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.






