Wildeve gambled from Christian
The Reddleman won it back
Gave it all to Thomasin
who gave Clym his stack
spring kept the Han river rolling
fisherman sat by as egrets waded
plum rains and river cranes worked
dog packs forged the rushing stream
rainy river evaporates in Taichung sun
Han moonscape void of anyone
packs are gone, a lonely yelp wails
fisherman needn't bother with empty pails
sixty-four hexagrams over bedroom doors
end-term parties, graduations, moving on
Taichung dry and dripless with ruptured main
the lick in Brooklyn gets mystic heated rain
5-29-13
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