My Picture:  Early evening, Taiyuan City, Shanxi Province, China.

Late in the evening,
a cold day of silence in the city.

The lights of Number 3 hospital,
recovered from memory
days and nights on the wards.
Dances full of questions,
and a tall thin woman
swept through my bones.

I listened to the radio,
and voices from faraway.
A conversation about the
meaning of life I think.

Unpainted and twisted,
the voices boiled into a
gloom and silence.
Composed of new forms
of unrelated shapes.