Thirty-fifth Saturday, from eastern Mongolia, 14 days late



Raindrops drum on roof.

Thunder rumbles, lightning bursts.

Tent stays warm and dry.


Bowing steppe grasses

Turning brown at summer’s end

Ready for harvest.


Gazelles pause on ridge,

Pour down hillside like water,

Flow into valley.


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