The first day of Tokyo Pride is as gloomy as any day.
Piano music
And empty cafes
Single notes
Soft chimes
It plays everywhere:
In a soba restaurant
A ship's promenade
An open air bath
A sushi bar
A retro cafe
A wasabi farm
A pride festival
I should find it relaxing
Instead, I sigh
Couples on a date
Gucci badge
And me?
Out of sight
But at least a degree of melancholy
Inspires me to write