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The Water-Harp-Cave
The caretaker in the old garden we have paid
a few coins to visit patiently ladles water from the dipper
onto the rocks that drip drops.
ONE by one by ONE... into
the water-harp-cave as we take turns listening through the hollow
bamboo and this you say, "is the true sound of Japan..."
a music of echoes which can never repeat itself, hidden away
in a clay pot underground...
"ping...PING...ping" to be heard only by one person,
one guest at a time.
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