The Village Gate

I will go across the fields

to sit with old friends

languishing with new wine and smokey tea

the days of chasing and being chased by

the dragon of time and desires

are drifting into the sea of memories

Deeds and stories

Histiry and fascination

will become the lies of laughter

for me now it is fresh air

persimmons with lovely skin

And a gentle smoke of my old pipe

john domont-2016

 

John's Red Gate Artisits Residency is now complete.  He is off to Xi'an with more to come!

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