Thursday, July 19, 2018

New Cold Mountain Transcreation 22

In this seam of cliffs 
there’s enough of a crystalline breeze.
No fan needs rousing.
Cool air arises on its own.
A bright moon is shining.
White clouds are encircling.
He is sitting alone
one ancient man.

304-red pine; 308-henricks; 145-tanahashi

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