Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Young Guitarist Glimpses Mount Fuji in October

Spotted from the teenager-crowded
Top of Tokyo Tower, it hovers in haze,
A digital white blip above autumnal
Countryside, while on the observation
Deck, a tallish Anglo manboy shuffles
(Red-eyed & sweaty & reeking of butter).
He speaks to reporters & hangers-on,
Says - I love the udon noodles, I love
The porcelain doll-like women, I love
The pachinko parlors, I love the dead
Leaves falling fast from your native
Maple trees, floating to wet grass in
Groups of five, then seven, then five.


By Harold Whit Williams

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Harold Whit Williams is a native Alabamian working in library cataloging at the University of Texas at Austin. He spent a decade playing guitar in the critically acclaimed power-pop band Cotton Mather, and has a record, The Daily Worker Songbook, available on iTunes.

He was a semi-finalist in the 2010 Palettes and Quills Chapbook Competition, and his first chapbook collection, Waiting For The Fire To Go Out, is due out from Finishing Line Press later this year. His poetry has appeared in Atlanta Review, Oxford American, Oklahoma Review, Slipstream, Concho River Review, among others.

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