Kissaten Scenery

by Nick Anthony

Steady rain blankets the plaza
And shrouds late afternoon with early night.
A torrential downpour of fine droplets
That deceptively make no sound
Above the wind of the winter typhoon.
Only the plod of boots is heard
As they splash through frigid puddles.

The eyes of gods’ down trodden faces
Hover over their soaked leather soles,
Watching the light of street lamps
Dance through the watery explosions
Of each booming step.

Shoulders, as hunched as they are wet,
Desperately cling to the ear lobes
Of the now neck-less masses
Holding on to the remnants of heat
Yet to be drained away by the dreary winter storm.

Thanks for reading! Down forget to leave a comment (critique is welcome)!
**Kissaten喫茶店 is basically “Cafe” in Japanese**

Check out more writings at Rafiki’s Nikki

5 Comments to “Kissaten Scenery”

  1. Tulips!….ah the splendor of a Dutch sunset
    My finger in the proverbial dyke
    I got nine fingers left
    I ponder which one was right

  2. Nick…is there a tulip called ‘Cleo’….seems a Greek travesty not to have a flower or pizza named after you….I am writing my own obit as we speak right now….don’t worry…I be around poets corner

  3. Nick, your imagery is great – I love the last stanza – neck-less masses, yes!

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