Temple one

carp of the head priest at temple one

It's still early. Caretakers are raking leaves over the gravel. There is incense. I stop to watch the carp. The head priest loves carp.

I say a prayer. I step out over the gate frame.

People wave incense smoke onto their bodies.
There is a box full of forgotten pilgrim staffs.
A young couple stop in the rain to offer me a lift.

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Copyright Edwina Breitzke May 1997