Saturday, May 8, 2010
April Selection #1
Young, nose in a book,
I tuned out the raucous cicadas,
Turned my back on the moon
And the fragrant, night-blossoming jasmine.
Old, eyes and ears failing,
I discover, surprised,
Regret stands in for memory,
While memory long looks in vain
For a warm peach, picked ripe from the tree.