Monday, October 7, 2013

no chair for sitting
no bear skin for warmth.
following a stream through cloud draped mountains
riding an ox-cart past turtles and dogs.
heading east in spring, west in autumn
general direction: the Yellow Springs.
evergreens singing at the foot of my bed
dreaming of peaches and roadside flowers.
a curtain of mist obscures the other shore
if only the moon had wings.

(for Red Pine)


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