January 04th, 2018

Dreary window wobbly desk no good books
I've ended up like poor Kung-lu
from local wine and strings of coins
and what fills the days with laughter
I've retreated beyond my door to write
in this perfumed dwelling full of artful thoughts
I've found true friends in the silence
Sir Void and Mister Nothing

Li Ch'ing-chao (1084-1155)