What can you tell me,
 
river that flows to the sea,
 
of my journey’s end?

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The river whose name
 
will not flow forth from my tongue
 
still flows to the sea.

 
 
 

Questions at daybreak:
 
Mountain, who is your master?
 
River, your mistress?

 
 
 

Far from the forest,
 
far from the restless river
 
a hummingbird falls.

 
 
 

an empty river
 
but for traces of birdsong
 
left among the stones

River

 
 
 

New year, day sixteen—
 
I try to read the river,
 
but it won’t keep still.

River

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
the river is depleted,
 
but your song flows on.