Making Things Right In Exile - After The Chinese Poet, Po Chui 772 - 846 Ce - Poem by Warren Falcon
He rests awhile in the wide
orchard where bright plum flowers rain.
He unrolls his pallet to sleep
inside the humming glade.
'Raiment, ' he writes in his
sleepy head, 'of leaves and bees.
An old man puts the best plum
in his sleeve to bring home
to his bitter wife.
Why strive when nature is bounteous
and all ills can be made right with
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