Drinking Wine with Li Po
The bottle-less nights dead-man’s-float on the drifting water
the moon’s cup fills with early January
until it is sideways with days but nothing spills out
these brown maple leaves hanging on by mistake
like old hands brush against me
I know them but they do not recognize me
but still they reach out: old moon keep your drink
I do not wish to embrace you
Nice ending. And I don’t blame you. It’s cold in those waters.
Thanks! My printer bestowed upon me yesterday a bottle of Presswork Cab Sauv from Australia. So tonight at least will not be bottle-less, though sometimes nights writing can seem bottomless.
Zu kalt ich wünsche dir eine schöne glückliche Woche.Liebe Grüße von mir Gislinde
Very nice imagery.