Kyoto Friend Litmus

If we are at Sanjo

Near the old bridge

Over the duck river

Surrounded by backpackers

Bongo drumming Jippies

And firebreathers

Bad boy bands

Where the old samurai

Set heads rolling

And floated poetry on the water

Drinks in our hands

And I turn to you

And say

“Let’s walk all the way

Back to Kyoto Station”

And you say

“No”

I am not sure

We can stay friends