HOLDING THE HOSE [2]
Su Tung-po traveling at night
looks at the stars
each one where it belongs
little ones like children
running through famine leaves
a few years shy of 1000 years asking
What does Heaven do anyway
Burton Watson, closer to us
sighs in wonder, translating
and because my friend
forgot his birthday
I'm reading these poems
instead of sitting with him
drinking High Mountain Green
this garden hose in my hand
does a fine job watering these trees
it keeps me close to what is love
Su Tung-p'o walks that evening road
clearly remembering the night's sky moon
Jim Bodeen
3 September 2018
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