Tuesday, July 17, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 21

I abide beneath Cold Cliff 
marveling at its manifest shelter. 
I carry a basket and gather greens and roots
using it to pluck some fruit as well.
Returning, I spread out a simple mat and eat
while chewing on some purple immortals.
I rinse my bowl in a clear pool.
I boil what’s remaining into a soup.
Sitting in sunshine, wrapped in a cloak,
I scan unhurriedly poems of the ancients.

290-red pine; 293-henricks; 255-tanahashi; 295-rouzer

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