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Kokeshi
 
kokeshi doll
A kokeshi doll
I am the gaijin
on the outside looking in,
you, intrigued by me,
see what you want to see-
a tall nose, a little face, a doll
to look at, but never embrace,
a doll youd carve
as a kokeshi.
Against a drop of gold
Id stand out,
wooden
and fixed in glass,
never to pass
to your world.
Youd box
my flamboyancy,
stare at me
all day:
your international
accessory.

Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana   would be pleased to hear them.

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