Ed Taylor



Tokyo Swimming Pool
       for Chris Marker

 

 

Louis Armstrong seeps into blue through aquatic Hitachi speakers.  Guests celebrate marriage for an hour around it before filing to a van for the next client.  It is a house with water floor.  Out of respect it is ignored.  In white gloves an old man skims limp maple leaves, dreaming of a woman's nape and today's mushrooms, a taste like clouds, nothing.

  (c)Ed Taylor 2008