With the Chestnut draped in new leaves -
The sound of children at play
Drenches the lilac too.
Taking tea with Tu Fu
Where wind shivers willow fronds
& poems are scattered to the waters.
Ancient dreams still alive.
Air thick with the scent of rain
Pressing down on voices soon to flee –
Taking the path across the slope,
Past tight oak buds
Still sleeping ferns,
Just a sheen on the Birch.
Following the river.
Rain brushing the dark window
The street slick smeared by light –
This river of untold parts
Folding over the city’s angles.
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