A sense of Osaka

We stuffed our suitcases into a locker
To satiate our tastebuds with takoyaki, yudanaka, tempura
And feel the soothing swirl of green tea ice cream on our chapped lips
While bright signs glimmered against the grey sky and lit up our eyes
And we got lost in the constant noise of the bustling crowd
In an infinite arcade of incense-scented shops
Before turning back towards the station to catch the Shinkansen to Tokyo.

– T


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