Stranger Fruit

Friday Poem (0328)

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Finding the Tracks

Along the river, under trees – jumbled tracks!
Thick fragrant woods, is this the way?
Though the ox wanders far in the hills,
His nose touches the sky. He cannot hide.

K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo)

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