the red boat holds the cloud's reflections
after a long rain, gusts that beat against
doorways and windows seeking entrance.
I'd sit in the silent water, buoyant and light
enough to reflect myself on this stark
landscape where hills disappear in the
distance enveloped in clouds.
the red boat will be drained on a sunny day
and the hillsides will stretch into the distance,
I wonder if I will see so clearly.
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