Tea ladies of Xinxiang

I told her she looked tired.
She replied
” Some things last a long time”
And the ceiling dripped
with sweat – from the tea gods.
A mirror into a way of life,
mirror and he.
Always mirror and he.
So, I drank the black tea –
from moment to moment.
Then hit the streets,
as if everybody had left the city.

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