He will not bring you cut flowers (severed from their roots and their earth,
to shrivel in some vase); no more than suggesting a trim for your
waist length hair, a shirt on your bared torso, or confinement of
your agile feet---sheathed in stripey socks (soles heavily grass-stained),
not quite concealed beneath the cuffs of baggy, bell-bottom cargos---
in shoes, those servile lackeys of dress codes, forerunners of jackboots.
Kyakuchuu
Everything about this
Everything about this razor-sharp and endearing sijo declares a deep respect for all living things, for authenticity, for unshod, uncut, unpretentious, uncontainable abandon—all embodied in a subject who has become as real to me as a close friend.
I would give it a standing ovation but the down-to-earth subject of your fine poem wouldn't want such accolades, so I'll just say: simply wonderful!
Receiving a comment from you
Receiving a comment from you is always an event of very profound and personal importance to me, but this is one of the finest from you that I have received; and the encouragement it will continue to give me, going forward, will help with the poems yet remaining to me to write.
Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,
unto the exultations of Heaven.
Starward