Shanhu Lee

Like silent music ripples

through the yellow fog,

Like the dog’s eyes

at the dawn

wait for me to awake,

I hear the calling,

or I don’t hear.

A frog leaps from the creek.

A fawn nestles in the rain.

Waiting. Calling.

I hear it.

Like the sweet taste

of a green apple:

It’s calling.


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