Manzhouli Airport

/ Rugby Lion

Within those open doors,
in light….
The temple bells
and clapping hands –
once drowned in a roar.
Can now heard….
The old stains…..
Dickinson and Bukowski…
Akhmatova and Mayakovsky.
The ghosts I picked up again,
by the breath of the river.

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