Most evenings, when life tires me.
I walk by banks of the Wei.
I see beautiful ladies
walking their dogs, alone.
Sometimes, children
say hello to me.
As though we have met before.
Other times, I watch
the few fish left scramble for life
For as long as they can.
Mostly, I just walk on – in the rain.
Between the banks of the river
and clouds in a puddle.