Birds sing the afternoon dark
under clouds turning white to gray,
and human voices utter words lost
reminding of Wang Wei, mundane,
banal words, no great secret, assume,
shouted in the darkening afternoon
across lots of brick and asphalt,
fenced backyards, fading into
the rising forest's shadows.
17.04.2025
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