Amusing Myself Poem by James McLain
Amusing Myself
Under the green bamboo tree.
Sharp are its leaves and hard knuckled.
I sleep the warm dreamless sleep.
Covered underneath by loose blue snow.
This chilly night the powdered rice.
Upon my wrinkled face in the eye folds.
Rubbing my eyes at the full moon.
The vapor I breath out looks like smoke.
Last night my friend has taken her leave.
Next to me where I slept.
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'I forgive you for calling me a tree, ' bamboo.