Tracing calligraphy in Asian courtyards, br my ears filled with the tune of splashing water, br I sit upon a low wall writing this br in purple ink br inscribed upon the flyleaf like a falling blossom. br And you sit near, encompassing your thoughts of love br in even lines of four or eight, br your cursive, running, hand br compressed in seal style upon your page - - br You write of darkening mountains, br mules and horses, br changing sources, br flowing fountains - br while I turn the pages of this little book br of haiku love br I bought for you, br reading you on every page, br in every poem, where br the ancient poets sitting once br in quiet courtyards br saw into your heart.