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meandering river        Gingko biloba
        Amaterasu peers from behind the clouds
while the Buddha            laughs

charging the air, now chilled
      hovering Sun      still      up        there

She’s a stone lantern on a marked hill,
the gardens wail     “bonsai”,  


to the trembling       lily                lily                    lily

                                     lily                    lily                    pads
                                     lily                  lily                  lily

the wind is Zen, light bursting forth from the canopies

The Queen’s trees are revealed, 

                                no longer concealed

they were slaves to darkness, now free as the breeze

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