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Richard K. Kent
Writing | Photography
Trying My Hand at Translating Li Bai
A bright moon, of course,
appears almost immediately
in the sky of the page.
Azure peaks soon join it,
mist wafting in and among them.
Then, somewhere deep along
one of the narrow trails there
and barely visible, a recluse
lifts a hand to give a wave
just as he turns to disappear.
(Published in FIELD, No. 100, Spring 2019)
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