MAGIC SENSEI
Wet summer winds greet cool autumn breezes as hidden camera captures our immaculate fossil-finder salting another Happy Hunting ground. Yamato nation suddenly stunned, lost in confusion, shocked, by video replay of devilish dissimulation. Seven hundred thousand years of Ware-ware museums and We are an ancient people souvenir shops, now sit in funeral boxes, as thumb-on-scale sensei bows deeply into arbourite coffee table apologizing So sorry to make trouble. I felt like pressure. University living treasures form musk-ox circle, diligently protecting sacred turf; Crinkled duffers wave forty-year-old lecture notes, Nippon Garden of Eden theory scribbled onto rusted yellow scratch-pad. Sodaigomi old boys suck teeth, shake heads, clear throats: Not one of us, shameful, only amateur digger-upper; We are people of enormous good heart.Tokyo Sun 11/26/00