Plum Blossoms Before the Moon
Leaving unclosed
my door
of black pine,
I go
to bed for the night,
pillowed on an arm
awash
in plum scent—and light
from the moon.
my door
of black pine,
I go
to bed for the night,
pillowed on an arm
awash
in plum scent—and light
from the moon.
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