DEBORAH GUZZI - POEMS
Decent from Matsuyama Castle
Unable to imagine attempting the
precipitous descent from Matsuyama Castle,
I follow a turquoise-topped, Canadian
cabinetmaker, and her Aussie friend
discussing a chair lift down?
With a grumble and groan, I realize
There must have been a chair lift up!
Approaching the locked lift-gate, I realize
coins are needed. Of course, pay, pay,
one had to pay! Where to pay? How to pay!
Ahhhhhhh, here silly Gaijin, pay here!
I grab a circling chair, hold tight to my
go-bag, and clamber into the seat.
Away we go.
I watch children whoosh and bounce past,
on their way up, swinging stocking-covered legs,
adjusting baseball caps labeled “Go Tigers!”
Take Me Out to the Ball Game sings through
my mind as the lyrics pass on a billboard
beside the train station in English!
The lift lands me at a running stop within
an atrium on the top floor of a modern building.
Night falls, and the way home hides behind
crowds of dinner travelers and small shops.
Sweet Cakes with Marianne