ON REACHING THE JU RIVER DIKES, SENT TO MY FRIEND LU

Road-weary, giving the horse a break,

I find myself gazing at Ju River dikes.

The Lo River is open now, free of snow.

Eminence Peak’s twilight clouds linger,

trailed halfway across empty skies, lit

colors surging elemental and swelling.

I’m sending here this moment of itself—

how it just keeps unfurling, unfurling.