On the way back home yesterday
I read Zhang Ji's poems
in the bus, the landscape
in autumn beyond the windows
passing by with turning leaves
evoking feelings embedded
into words by a mind
that has no other presence,
eighty minutes the past
blending with the present,
one stream flowing
through consciousness.
01.10.2025
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