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Seasons shed codes
The tanning of the hide, the molting skin
The astronomer reads the calendars
The panther’s skin in flux with time and place
Revolve mutate
Your glistening new skin in the march rain
Jing (Replenishing Kan Water Over Xun Wood)
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Constant deep well
In accordance, the village gathers ‘round
Quenching at dusk
Like roots uncoiling towards underground lakes,
people austere in gathering circle
carry bowls, scowls
Kun Exhausting Dui Lake Kan Water
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Treestump silt, salt
Cracked riverbed at the end of long road
Enlightenment from gloom—odyssey done
Asphalt blacksnake
Careens from horizon to sting your eyes
The pain of gods
Lu
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Everyone in their travel is a stranger
Bird burns his nest
The fires carried across the peaks by wind
Five hundred soldiers pack up their shelters
Wend firth choose quest
Steadfast yet trek
Zhong Fu
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The arrow true through target passes, core
Of what is felt not seen—wind on water
Yet still Lucid
No mist Lone crane
Then calls from a hidden place. Sky above,
Earth below, the lake between: human heart.
Bionote
Joe Milford is an English professor and writer in Georgia. He is currently finishing his second collection of poems, TATTERED SCROLLS AND POSTULATES, which is forthcoming in May, 2017. He has nightmares about amphibians and DNA.
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