Distant Hill Poem by Lina Zuo

Distant Hill



Distant hill
I saw an old man
With an emaciated figure
sitting under the green ginkgo tree

It was a brief and quiet noon
I was in a hurry home
His image gently
running through my eyes

I stoped and got caught
Old man
make a wink
and frozen the whole summer

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A hot summer
an old man
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