circling hawk glides
I’m glad it’s not a vulture
I must be alive
still lake reflecting
a mountainous lay of land
hiding fish below
hissing wind gusting
through narrow leaves of bamboo
calling to no one
circling hawk glides
I’m glad it’s not a vulture
I must be alive
still lake reflecting
a mountainous lay of land
hiding fish below
hissing wind gusting
through narrow leaves of bamboo
calling to no one