Stranger Fruit

Friday Poem (0320)

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Looking for the Ox

Searching through tall endless grass,
Rivers, mountain ranges, the path trails off.
Weary, exhausted, no place left to hunt:
Maples rustle, evening, the cicada’s song.

K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo)

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