My Picture: View above Xiahe  Gannan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Gansu province, China.

Coffee first thing in the morning,
unfolding yesterday’s copy of China Daily.
I read the headlines,
you can see what I am dealing with.
An old bent and sour universe,
rancor dripping from the neon sign
that says ‘ Number 1 Hospital’.

Outside the youngest people in the universe,
discounted and distributed
wonder what wonderful things they are missing.
Each one looking for something
to be marked at a glance,
a consummate victory of sorts.

Here comes the music now,
that melts the night-shadow pools,
and reflects the morning peace.