Low gray could be mistaken
for the weight of souls,
but it is light as April in
Oklahoma, and blackbirds on
every side street sing sun
that will be along by afternoon.

Du Mu must have found his tavern
hours ago. But it is too early
for sorrow here, and rain
looks more like hope than tears
in eyes accustomed to dry wind down
from mountains.

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