For the Master Alchemist
The tailor cut the sunset clouds
to get your gown so red
Incense trails
through embroidered curtain
Lotus flowers float for you
bright in the rippled water
Spring has draped all the hills and lakes
in a fine green cloth
Stop! Listen to the birds –
like girls singing
Uncage that crane
let it fly free
Dawn comes to the temple hall
nudging us from sleep
Still damp from the sprinkle of last night’s rain
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