“An exile like a monk—where is home?”
—Su Shi, New year’s Eve (1084)
Lamps with shades
form us flowers
to reach a hand—
just as I suddenly
remembered
that in Arslanbob,
Kyrgyzstan,
with the world’s
most ancient walnuts,
where Alexander
the Great’s soldiers
became lost—
each time the sun
starts setting down,
village cows descend
from the hills
and, on their own,
know where to go
and how to get
back home—
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