Classic Poem

Rain sets more flowers blooming
On the spring pathway.
And the flowers stir up the hill
Into a blaze of vernal color.
Where the rivulet deepens
You come on orioles
In their hundreds and thousands.

Clouds scudding overhead—
A host of sturdy dragons and snakes
Dancing and whirling in an azure sky.
Dead drunk, I lie asleep
In the shade of an ancient wisteria—
Utterly unconscious of
Facing north or south.