It begins to rain.
The luminous autumn clouds
over the water
drain of light. I wave
to the old woman who minds
the plantings and paths,
though as Buson says,
I’d rather end the year with
Basho on the road.
NEAR PROVIDENCE 11/14/20
It begins to rain.
The luminous autumn clouds
over the water
drain of light. I wave
to the old woman who minds
the plantings and paths,
though as Buson says,
I’d rather end the year with
Basho on the road.
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