ON A BOAT, CROSSING THROUGH PEACE-HUMANE DISTRICT

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Distant mountains appear, like a painting, and I’m in love,

then suddenly they’re furled away, blank as absence itself.

They can’t fool this old-timer, sight still bright with clarity:

I can reach them in those depths of mist and cloud anytime.

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Out on the merest wisp of a fishing boat, two small boys

give up the struggle. They ship their paddles and just sit.

It seems so strange. No rain in sight, they start opening

umbrellas. Not for shelter. They want to sail on the wind!