What I learned from the Chinese poets

More than 40 years

have spun by me like

a drunk hurricane.

 

I have spent my life

going here, doing there

a homeless mind.

 

Now, I ache for

my land,

the unswum lakes and

fields of pine.

 

Two oceans away

gray hairs sprout on

my inflated head

the travels only kept

me dizzy, busy.

 

I skipped between continents,

got As and gave As.

Spoke to applauding audiences

and slept in Hyatts on satin sheets.

 

What for?

Better I stayed home

and chopped wood.

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