11 February 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.