Kūnmíng Lake
C. Michael Downes

                     —"Man" comprises characters of "strength" and "field"

My old friend, I found you quietly
talking with the wind,
fish, with those poet ghosts
of old, turning verse in
the rippling hour
of feeding time; fresh
detritus clung to
the dampened dock line,
gray green threads,
the gentleman fisher slides in
on the wind, flutter balks
at the shadow and the scattering
of fish,
reflection of the graying
mirror kissing,
the boatman with his hook and spike,
reaching out
to tiny crafts–round with
lake sunning strands–
skiffs heaped
with lake grasses,
two men fishing calligraphy.

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