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 

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