"Peak-tip
Moon pressing tight,
Remembrance rises
In the night." – Hsi Chou, from "Farewell to Wei Feng, Going to
Far-South Mountain"









At Rutledge and Riverside
a thousand casual friends
cross the street over the bridge.

Sun has finally set onto
a thick prong of riverside limbs.
A wide boat slowly
wades the flow of river waves.

Good friends come and go.
Waves move to open water.
Fish strike the surface without
knowing it is a lure bobbing.
The wise man loves the world.

Some day soon I will be crossing
over a mountain meadow.
A last patch of June snow will remind
me of wide eyes as a child.