I carve a pipe out of a pear offer my friends hemp to smoke. I hang my feet in the water. Mei plucks water chestnuts. Ou Yang smiles wide, wields his brushes, composes a new poem shouting out lines Red trees line both banks. The Thousand Caves stand silent in the evening mist.
Pine trees shiver in vapors.
Waterfowl bob and float. A brook trickles among rocks. We three come beyond the world. Far off in the city lanterns are being lit.