"it's good thing stuff flows
down
hill."
....
do flowers argue
amongst
themselves?
....
life
is a
martial art.
....
a young businessman
left his wallet at cemetery
rode bus home
said,"goodnight."
his wife took off her apron
and remebered something
the Buddha said.
garish moon-eye
sailed overhead
making no plans;
the night slipped away.
(ji bo, 2008)
....
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