Goose, Goose, Goose,
Look skyward and let your song loose.
White feathers float on the green lake
As red feet paddle through clear waves.
NOTE: This poem’s title is often translated as “An Ode to the Goose” but the Chinese title 咏鹅 (Yǒng é) is “Chant[ing] Goose.”
the mountain trail
is engulfed in clouds;
a loud owl hoot.
tiny lascar,
sitting on a small leaf,
not blending -- at all.
burbling sounds:
water runs - unseen -
between polished rocks.
On the arid
desert's edge,
Stands a scrubby
shrubby hedge
That's always green
and never brown,
But it turns black
when Sun goes down.
blooms disheveled
by yesterday's storms,
shine brightly today.
swallows dogfight
out over the lake:
belly-bumping swells.
the hills are greening,
after days of endless rain;
the landscape, edgeless.
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