Tokyo, Tokyo Marigold
Looms in greying urban fold
Finding summer in Midas' hold
Loving free 'neath streetlight glow.
In yonder Dionysus' alarm tolled
Not all touch was warmed by gold.
Their pledge firm, but rang hollow
His love true, but on leasehold.
Thus they blanched in wintry loll
And Midas in his grief paroled;
Her seeds from tears born, unfroze
Cleaving roots in spring's scaffold
Summer petals held in close,
Close to chest, in budded fold.
'gain renewed in leafless cold
Tokyo, Tokyo Marigold.
