Not sure whether I am an oriental lily yet. No, I do not need to qualify with a yet.
I am not an oriental lily.
Today winter clawed at my soft pink skin
and threatened to attack my thermostat by gouging any warmth
that might please
a cold body.
It rains
Large golden liquid amber leaves
layer upon layer
flat
soaked littering the pathways around ID City
my home
My two storey window
in my loft apartment lets me look out across the quadrangle
of trees
weeping under the weight
of rain
Snow is due on Saturday
but I am not ready
I just got here
I have just come from two winters
and my third will cast me into a
darkness
of searing cold.
I am not ready for this.
Beijing
peking
MAndarin
I read that little book
about the duck
in Peking
Ping was the duck's name
That China has gone
The buildings
gone
Hutongs are the remnants
I must find the other CHina.
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