Dismounting, drinking your wine I ask where you are going. You say, "I've not met my goals And return to recline on the slopes of South Mountain." Just go. We'll say no more -- White clouds go on without end. --Li Po Piggy Pie, oval moon Red boat floating backward By distant lands, grey beyond looming mountains; Two travelers rest alone, sacks lowered: On hanky spread the pungent madness, Pear 'n pig. Oval moon -- biting teeth Sharing pie -- two friends Once mounted here in farewell Evening quickens; Too suddenly you are vanished. Returning to my churning garden Sucking bone alone.