Waterfowl’s Cry

(Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.  Wikipedia;

Hashiguchi Goyo)

 

 

There are as many

sorts of women as women.

But some are subtle

and others are quite artless.

Which type had she been ?

Need she seek a vocation?

The waterfowl’s cry

echoed his long past affair.

Her gate, not closely guarded,

gave encouragement.

He would see her once again,

so coughed politely.

Plucking some wistaria,

he took his leave – for now.