This morning I am drinking my cup of tea
while looking out from a 19th floor.
I am standing tall against this wall window
and things are exquisite down below.

I have seen a man enter a diamond on the pavement
I have seen a plastic bag shaped as a street lamp shadow
I have seen trees sprouting from rooftops
I have seen people walking slow
I have seen white cloth, hanging from balconies
.                                  looking like characters, dancing like ghosts.

… and the light has shaped the road
that is clean and empty and long.
… and three cars have painted it silver
… and one bird has whispered a song.

The building in front has green hair
and its billboards are smiling. They are wise.

It is beautiful to see a city up high. In silence.
It is early. I’m in Tokyo. And I feel wise.

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