Floral tops-
flowing pants-
Matching umbrellas,
keeping the noon sun
at bay.
Hovering down the sidewalk
As they go
Age is reflected
with the grey
And the winkles.
Still-
youthful smiles shine
from beneath hats
that belong in another world.
And-
It's there-
[almost]
They they belong.
Not in pants and blouses
But-
Obis and kimonos.
Under cherry blossoms
Not oaks
Still umbrellas-
keeping the skin flawless.
They,
should be in another place.
Not here.
They belong,
with the geisha.