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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3586 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention I Return to Deer Park Gary Blankenship (After Wang Wei) The market is shuttered and locked for the night; No cry of “ripe persimmons, fresh for supper;” only the scurry of rats, a sudden rain. The road to the hill village is deserted. Thunder over black peaks reverberates; I imagine mountains ring with laughter. Remember evening’s light beside the stream as we waited beneath damp cedar fronds and empty nests for the day to end. Smoke drifted east as the sun returned to illuminate mounds of moss and toadstools; you and I unaware the light reflected green. Crickets sang of peaches and mahogany; remember the wasps were quiet. |
