Shadows soft as merino wool
drape lucerne blue watermarks
across the ancient foot bridge.


Hosts of tiny feet
have smoothed
its knurled planks.


A liturgy of lilies
from summer past
surround the bridge's feet.


Stones,
insolent from time
dot the waters,
smooth
as India silk.


A caprice of tiny paper lanterns
weave firefly in the early
moire dusk,
as the geishas
mindfully gracious
wend the path..