just a spell up the road
from a place you'll never return
is a place you cannot leave
once you have arrived
shining like the midday sun
the brightest just behind
keep on shining through the night
with noon getting closer tomorrow
a job to sweep the path of debris
that is all the supervisor will see
not the styrofoam thrown over the ledge
with a hungry trash can down the way
like a book she forgot she borrowed
one she didn't really care for much
brushed aside but can't be hidden
as it follows her like an albatross
jerk off your shoes, strike the china bank
gather the coins from china fragmants
and drop them into a knotted sack
give that to her, take her away from here
rather lose a book than find you've stolen
like styrofoam debris until the breeze
blows it into the Han water stream
away with others' fragments of china
11-12-13
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