After the brief title names the place
just twenty words
a quick sketch as if drawn
with brush and ink on silk
reminding me
that you were known
as much for painting
as for poetry

a bamboo flute
its plaintive voice
carries across the lake
the boat
taking your friend away
is nearly out of sight
as twilight falls
you start to leave
then turn back once to gaze
the mountain's color
fading fast
is wrapped in swirling clouds