Forty-second Saturday, from Dongshuan, two week and five days late

Yellow gingko leaves

Glow against drifting white mist.

Emptiness beyond.

Peaked roofs step uphill

Others downhill in two rows,

Vanish into fog.

Green, brown terraces —

Last year’s rice, this year’s harvest —

Appear and disappear.

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