Along the Old Woman’s Pond
I had set out,
meaning to go to the market,
walking past
the old woman’s pond.
Then I thought,
the market would be crowded,
full of noise and commotion.
I would lose myself
in that throng.
And so, ever since,
I have been walking
only the roads,
past the old woman’s pond.
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