Drinking Alone

 I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.


I raise my cup to entice the moon.

That, and my shadow, makes us three.


But the moon doesn't drink,
and my shadow silently follows.


I will travel with moon and shadow,
happy to the end of spring.


When I sing, the moon dances.

When I dance, my shadow dances, too.


We share life's joys when sober.

Drunk, each goes a separate way.


Constant friends, although we wander,
we'll meet again in the Milky Way.

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