In the triptych's righthand panel
A tiny figure rows desperately
Across a broad summer's lake
If he ever reaches the shore
He'll cross into the central panel
Where a geisha, ten times his size,
Stands, wearing a shimmering kimono
With a blue-green carp swimming on it.
Boat and all, she'll lift him,
And place him gently in the last panel
Where an umbrella with a traveler beneath it
Struggles through the snow.
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