A review of Leonard Cirino's after yang chi & others in The Pedestal Magazine
after Ma Chih-yuan
Old crows on wires
in this twelfth month of the year.
Fingerlings run downstream,
branches collect on sandy banks.
Prime ministers of poverty,
my poems dream of hard labor.
It is time to retire, to become
the fragrance of snow, a light
breeze through persimmon limbs.