Perfection

The geisha wakes,
Round face still smooth,
Hair in elaborate loops.

Kimonos laid out,
Gold and violet this day,
Tall, lacquered zori’s await. 

The geisha sits in front of the mirror,
Puts her face on like the Kabuki,
Thinking she’ll never go out of style.

The face is on,
Kimono fits perfect,
Off to her gentlemen patrons.

Smiles like a Noh,
Pours Tea,
Entertains.

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