They walked away and I looked at him for a bit, I don't know, he just looked so...put together? Strong? there was just something about him that made me want to look at him longer.
He looked at me, I smiled and waved. Then he waved back and I left.
I have moved to this home of Immortals.
Wild shrubs bloom everywhere.
In the front garden, trees
spread their branches for clothes racks.
I sit on a mat and float wine cups
in the cool spring.
Beyond the window railing
a hidden path leads away
into the dense bamboo grove.
In a gauze dress
I read among my disordered
piles of books.
I take a leisurely ride
in the painted boat,
and chant poems to the moon.
I drift at ease, for I know
the soft wind will blow me home.