Friday Poem (0502)

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Ox Forgotten

Reaching home on the back of the ox,
Rest now, the ox forgotten.
Taking a nap under the noon sun,
Whip and rope abandoned behind the hut.

K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo)

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