The blossoming plums are a comforting sight,
they understand I am heavy with wine
– Chiang K’uei
do you recall
when I planted plum trees
to the east of our home
the scent at dusk
promised a life still
as a Chinese scroll
later in darkness
I turned away
and seemed to sleep
so many winters
my head heavy
my plum trees gone

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