Japanese fans,
gold and silver-
inlaid with shimmer.
Ladies painted
with faces fair.
Rose in the air
for their lover.
Walking passively,
step by step
behind the man
who bought her dinner.
Who bought her beauty?
Was it her mom who told her to dance?
The man who paid for her room?
She wants to break the silence,
but the moment is over too soon.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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