I AM NOT A NATIVE OF THIS PLACE

 I am not a native of this palce.
(Yosimasu G.
)
nor yet a stranger.

With the rst of you
I hunt for shade
my boots half off
to let the air through.

My head is on my shoulders
& is real.

I plant cucumbers
twice a year
& count the bounty.

Often I read
the papers
standing.

I am clean & pure.

I carry buckets
from the pond
more than my arms can bear.

Under a full moon
fish appear
like flies in amber.

The words of foreigners
invade my thoughts.

The hungry hordes
surround me
wailing through their beards.

My fingers tingle
feigning speech.

I havea a feeling
that my tongue
speaks words 
because my throat
keeps burning.

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