Layer on layer of mountains and
rivers,
cerulean film enclosed in
rose-colored clouds—
a brush of mist soaks my cotton
bandana,
morning dew dampens this coat of
straw,
on my feet are sojourning sandals,
in my hand is a bamboo cane.
Again gazing beyond the dust of the
world
not bothered by the dreams of that
land.
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