Po Chu-i, Ancient Governor - 772-846 CE, From Far Away Thinks On His Angry Wife
'Pffftt! Old wife will never let me forget.'
'Of pleasing the inconsolable, '
he writes such in his head,
upon horseback, in the mane
and the tail poems wait to be
untangled, brushed smooth
with the ink and quill of miles
until there is some rest,
a cozy inn rare, more a tent
pitched which gives much simple
peace compared to the mansion
back home in the wealthy province,
the ponds full, the barns full,
the servants many and busy,
all the fruit of miles traveled
to keep the fragile peace which
needs constant mending,