Listening To Li Bai
Sitting on the porch
waiting for the rain to stop
I dream of poems, then
two months of travel
one dream after another
riding here to there
all the villages we passed
the kind words & the laughter
the art of captivity
how far do you go
the horses were impassive
we might've turned back
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