A magisterial rock windswept and pure br and a few bamboo so lavish and green: br br facing me, they seem full of sincerity. br I gaze into them and can't get enough, br br and there's more at the north window br and along the path beside West Pond: br br wind sowing bamboo clarities aplenty, br rain gracing the subtle greens of moss. br br My wife's still here, frail and old as me, br but no one else: the children are gone. br br Leave the window open.