where are they off to? when the wind blows the under leaves of the oak make whispering sounds and where are they off to, chatting as they go? ~Takayori Canadian Geese
floating This body grown fragile, floating, a reed cut from its roots… If a stream would ask me to follow, I’d go, I think. ~Ono No Komachi* Horsetooth Reservoir *cited: The Ink Dark Moon J Hirshfield & M Aratani
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