“An October Evening’s Ligature” (الصلاة المغرب في الخريف)

Ukiyo-e by Hiroshige

Ukiyo-e by Hiroshige

Silver tracked across
the brilliance of the Sun’s wounds.
Dirge of the magpie.

Along crisp, dry wind
floating – the beckoning call.
Thither do I go.

Outside, red leaves fall.
Through cold air, I march to my
own forehead’s Autumn.

Crossing the portal –
raised hands, splash of cold water.
Now in audience.

Sloughed off as the leaves,
to prepare for life’s Winter,
the ego withers.

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