My arms are laden with burden
seeking & searching
walking amongst
a grove of ancient ginkgo

 morning mist levitates
dancing damsel & dragonflies
maybe  messengers from my muse
will words fall from the foggy sky

 rambling creek
plays a reluctant symphony
darting translucent rainbow
trout amidst its babbling waters

My hands grasping in vain
at the beans from the catalpa tree
longing for words to harvest
too distant for me to clasp

 day passes in silence
craving to carve words
parchment void of rhyme
dawn to dusk abound by forest






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