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Asakusa, Buddha, cranes, Custom Pine, Enoshima, geisha, Meguro, Mount Fuji, pagoda, Sazai Hall, shogun, Suma, The Great Wave
They won’t be engulfed
as the wave is not constant,
unlike Mount Fuji.
Though clouds surround it,
they condense on Mount Fuji;
collide and stream down.
Incoming rainstorm
darkens one flank of Fuji;
its opposite basks.
The bridge dominates
until you see the mountain,
framed by its supports.
Everyone ignores
what the weather is up there:
noses to grindstone.
Compared to Fuji,
the Custom Pine seems bigger.
That’s an illusion.
Tending to your horse;
casting your line in the lake:
Fuji’s your backdrop.
Some will go ahead.
I look after the horses.
Fuji protects me.
The cycle of work…
you turn your back on Nature,
but you have to eat.
The wind buffets here;
we are unable to stand.
Imagine up there!
No one flies a kite
from the summit of Fuji:
they would disappear.
The mountain reflects
the vicissitudes of life
down at our level.
See, from Sazai Hall,
an excellent view is had
over the still lake.
Snowed in, the geisha
take delight in bird-watching
and white-capped Fuji.
Farmers, falconers
below Meguro work hard:
Fuji their shogun.
The water wheel turns
because melted snow flows down
from Fuji’s cold slopes.
Sails, roofs, pagoda
of Enoshima echo
conical Fuji.
Part 2 – next 18 views on following post.
Candia Comes Clean 