September 22^nd, 2019

You’ve moved to a house
Backing the outer wall;
I reach it by wild paths
Through mulberry and hemp.
Along the fence
Chrysanthemums newly set out
Have yet to bloom,
Though autumn’s here.
I pound the gate but no dog barks.
About to go,
I ask at the house next door;
They tell me you’re up in the hills,
Never come home till the sun is low.