Shopping Street Tanuki-san
Tanuki is a badger, and in Japanese folktales a trickster much like Coyote or Raven.
His bamboo garden tools, a few plants, some plastic bags of soil sitting on a bench by the door indicate a shop of sorts. He sits in the dim back, an old badger in his weathered hole. His white hair’s cropped so close he looks bald; liver spots mottle his hands and scalp. Bulky in an old grey sweater, baggy pants, tabi and zori, pendulous lower lip, he’s no Buddha, just an old tanuki, still at his work. Maybe it was his father’s shop, never painted, always open.
Published in Borderlands, Court Street Press, Seattle: 1999
Onetime reproduction for non-resale purposes permitted by the author with the following credit line: by Judith Yarrow
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