In certain countries aromas pierce the heart and one dies
half waking in the night as an owl and a murderer’s cart go by
In certain languages the calligraphy celebrates
where you met the plum blossom and moon by chance
the dusk light, the cloud pattern,
recorded always in your heart
and the rest of the world – chaos,
circling your winter boat.
night of the plum and moon.
Announcing the new website. http://www.lschneider.com
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