Ox becomes Tiger
The trees have shed their purple flowers
A cascade of lavender fragrance
Marking a subtle transition
In the streetlights a single chopstick lies in a gutter
Broken at the top where it was split
A meal had, food consumed
Now disunited and discarded
Half a memory left as memorial
It will weather in the summer sun
Celestial seasons pass
Silent in the violet abyss
Thoughts drift in eddies and currents
Drawn down an emerald river
