Café Napolita Tanka
ゆぅがたがただようます.
Is masked th’moon’s cratered plight beyond the wisp-white atmosphere.
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
The fire of the dragon’s protest-flame marks only its self ‘n message.