You're a woman
Number 6 is a forlorn temple. Kept alive by pilgrims. Every day of every year. 'Are they kind to beggars at temple 7?'
They pull out a map and point to a bridge I can sleep under if I'm refused.
'But you're a foreigner and a woman so it should be o.k.'
People wave incense smoke onto their bodies.
There is a box full of forgotten pilgrim staffs.
Copyright Edwina Breitzke May 1997