On the lake,
a mountain.
A reflection
never mistaken for
the original.
Yet, you count
ripples in the water
and forget
who I am.
On the lake,
a mountain.
A reflection
never mistaken for
the original.
Yet, you count
ripples in the water
and forget
who I am.
Pulling his straw hat
An oarsman rows against sun
Lake of green hills