A YOUNG MAN FROM HANKOW

by Jerry Fishman

A young man from Hankow
Walked out one night.

The moon as big as heaven
Flowered overhead
And the deep murmur of the river below

Hummed in the young man’s mind.

“Does the moon see me
As I see it?”
The young man mused.
And as he asked the question,
A sweetness filled him.

He locked his eyes on the moon.
And the moon and the young man
Became one.

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