Wandering in a bookshop in Xinxiang,
I came across an Underwood 310 typewriter,
an Olivetti by another name.
It was not in good shape….
probably taken too many victims.
A young woman gave me a book about
the sex life of Andy Warhol.
‘You might find this interesting”
I thought this was a strange combination
of histories mingling….
In a moment of lighthouse flashes,
I felt a warm familiar breeze….
a self-moment of age.
There and then
I wanted to love someone.
Until death comes to visit me again,
the wind that brought me here still goes on.
A Wandering Poet 