the scent of flowers
left behind
fill the air
and I am left
with one fine memory
of you
fine memory
the picture forever in my mind
she rose naked
from the bed
the only light
a candle flickering
and there
that picture
burned forever
in my mind
Drinking on the Lake As It Clears Then Rains by Su Shih
The shimmering waves are translucent when it clears
the mist-veiled hills are transcendent when it rains
I think of West Lake as the Beauty of the West
equally lovely in powder or paint
translated by Red Pine
Leonard Durso 