TOGETHER, WE ALL GO OUT UNDER THE CYPRESS TREES IN THE CHOU FAMILY BURIAL-GROUNDS

Today’s skies are perfect for a clear

flute and singing koto. And touched

this deeply by those laid under these

cypress trees, how could we neglect joy?

Clear songs drift away anew. Emerald wine

starts pious faces smiling. Not knowing

what tomorrow brings, it’s exquisite

exhausting whatever I feel here and now.