A new gym opening in Xinxiang,
and an unwanted fear of growing old alone.
I went to look, as the autumn leaves fell
and spoke of drearier days.
I met a beautiful lady, who reminded me of you.
On dull October days like these, a glistening
sweet kernel illuminating the air.
And a slow fermentation of patched-up memories.
So I joined the gym, and turned to the trees
no longer waiting for the skies to crack.
And the beautiful lady….well we said ‘hello’
and exchanged WeChat addresses.
A Wandering Poet 