He reclines on the cool of the day, <br />Head erect, glares on bamboo leaves. <br />What she said didn't matter now, <br />Carried by the streams. <br />So he mused on sunrise, <br />The paths for tomorrow.<br /><br />Buxton Shippy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-beginning-23/
