Startled by the moon a magpie took off
cicadas droned in the chilly night air
the scent of flowering rice promised a good harvest
I stopped to listen to the frogs
A handful of stars in the sky
a few misty mountains ahead
the old wine store by the sacred grove
where the road turned I suddenly saw the bridge.
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From If A Mountain Lion Could Sing: The Lyric Poems of Xin Qiji copyright 2025 by Bill Porter (Red Pine). Used by permission of Copper Canyon Press.