Sojourner in the southern capital
I farm these southern fields
sit by the north-facing window
gazing back and feeling sad
better to do what I've done this morning
go boating with my wife
we watch our children in bright sunlight
splash in the clear river
butterflies flying in pairs
chase each other, mating
two perfect lotus blossoms
match on a single stalk
here comes some tea and sugarcane juice
brought down from the house
our earthen pots are just as good
as any made of jade!