harvest moon –
which pampus grass
arranges to cool his desk
through the mist
from the field –
the echo of the waterwheel
insects chirping
disappears into the dark night –
a private path
art student
arranges early pears
on the tray
the elderly men
chat at the path
Chinese lantern swaying
I also pass by
my dead dog –
autumn night
autumn midnight –
tea cools
in strong color
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