taiko alley

the vibrancy,
vibrations,
tastes of clouds through
the street,
wadaiko
pulses
tremor of
the
heart
still caught in
my lungs

baachans
sigh-ride
under
looming
palmtree fronds
on the
side walk

our blinders are at
the very least
opaque
and
iPod soundbytes
can't
hold
water.