nothing left but a river flowing on the borders of heaven
– Li Po (“On Yellow-Crane Tower, Farewell to
Meng Hao-jan Who’s Leaving for Yang-chou”)
A Chinese boat-float
like a leaf among starlit mists
would sell like hotcakes
for those with time and self-respect
nowadays—
an ascension yet from the page,
from discord and dissension,
and damn-near free.
Beautiful words, and art.
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Thank you, Angeline.
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love the classical Chinese poets. Your poem strikes all the right notes
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Thanks Maureen, I tried coming in through the back door.
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