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 –
Preparing
tea.
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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