Poem by Sam Byfield   •   Photo by Gary F. Clark
 
   
 
The Mountain and the River
 

I alight from the tram three stops early
                 into the cloudless summer blaze;

distracted by thoughts of my friend Hong Lian,
            who wanted nothing more

than to love, and be loved – a very Chinese way
         of looking at the world

and a very human one. She taught me
         that love could grow like wildflowers

in the icy winter; that someone’s soul
         can reflect your own,

mountains dark against the river. 



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