April 22: Thank You

by allisonkujiraoka

Of the tiny fraction of personalities appreciated by youth

Hers was not among them.

Eccentric tendencies

among the middle school crowd only provoke

ignorant jests, sidewise glances, and

silly confidences.

She was to me an adviser, I

an itinerant club member, nothing more.

And yet this face she recalled decades on

meeting across a counter,

she now a shop clerk and I

a customer.

And not only recognized me,

inquired after my comings and goings,

And upon hearing of my residence in Japan

did not ask the pedestrian

Do you like it there?   or

What are the people like?   or

How is it living in China?

but instead exclaimed with glee,

Oh, you can explain The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle to me.