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Footnote: Edge Of Wolf Creek, A Tanka Sequence
On a flat rock in
the shallows, you stand in the
bright summer sun; your
pink socks---beneath the dampened
ground-length hem of your skirt---tan;
long decades (in this
world's time) ago, P--- stood here
for K---much the same
as you are now. She basked in
the splendor of his desire.
This place, secluded
by huge trees, vines, and flowers---
like a wild meadow---
is the more hallowed by thought
of P--- and K---'s past presence.
Droplets from the creek's
rapid flow splash upon---but
not quite tickling--your
feet, lovely on the hard, smooth
surface of that chosen rock.
And I pleasantly
envy that rock where you stand
and the droplets that
wet your socks repeatedly:
I, with them, adore you, too.
Kyakuchuu
