Reply to Kao Chu
My mother shoos the fox from her grave
she is not ready for the sweeping day
the orioles nest far from this evening
above the red dust if only one would call
a silence the size of a tree
through the root’s center the river will come
just under the bark of time
something slowly moves the other way
Good work, Jeff!
Thank you, Wise Master! I owe you a phone call.