My Picture

With daylight fading beyond the
silence, I went for coffee.
I was reading Bukowski….
‘Notes of a Dirty Old Man’,
when one of my Chinese friends joined me.
A young doctor with love rocking in the wind,
who is on the path in the desolate landscape.

                “What are you reading?”

I ordered him some warm milk,

              “A book about the space between
              the covers of books……..
             and why some poems have lived long enough….”

Unsure if he understood my words,
I suggested he sit down and order
this poem a glass of shaojiu.
We both found this funny…..