there's a place in heaven where old long house boats of bamboo make the water tremble long straws of dark grass on the bank overcast sky and rain a long dock streching into the water as if leading to nothing with a market on the bank filled with people who barter their goods cranes fly the sure wind a pool of netted fish makes a pyramid two school boys walking the bank front dressed in white uniforms and canvas shoes and bags of books women washing their family linen on shallow stone hedges flowers in their hair with bright smiles and friendly chatter of good and bad and responsibility horse carts line the road along the bank with wares of businessmen and with businessmen cloth merchants and ministers the school boys have walked away go to heaven you must visit
Written on August 11, 2002.
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