East and West - while reading Tu Fu

Even when the hour

brings no music, no friend,

some wind gathers force,

rattles corn, makes

stubborn apples thud.

What is here, what has been.

Another ginkgo log

on the fire and a book

old enough to smell

of hoarfrost and leaf -

one aches, longing for the other

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