Maybe
(by Kongyin)
Stars
glimmering in a stream,
moon
flickering on a far mountain,
bamboo
leaves rustling,
dogs
barking,
withered
vines reaching out,
endlessly,
a road stretching.
On
a blue path of flagstone,
petals
chasing a puff of breeze,
she
all in grey, holding her alms,
knocks
on doors, begging in shadows.
That
person might be me.
There I may have been.
