Cigarettes & Sashes

February 11, 2019, 13:13

I’ve got nothing

To do

But explore

(Oh Lord)

And I don’t want

Nothing more

Gonna see some green wetlands

Besides that

I’ve got no plan

Strolling through a Chinese city

Humming a little ditty

I think the wetlands are closed

Weren’t no open entrance

I could find

Instead, I pay three for Yuyuan

Another park full of elders

And gulls, girls, & boys

They cast their lines into the bay

Or turn their fingers on instruments

And cigarettes

I watch & listen as they march

Something like a melody

Slow, desperate, & dysfunctional

But artful & beautiful still

Today is my last day

To enjoy the sun

In this Land of Eternal Spring

Now I perch

Taking in a 胡琴 (húqin)

All two strings of female vocality

A stone table & four seats

Nine ladies & two gentlemen

Swing their red sashes

Tied at the waist.

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