Year of the Rabbit

The road to Hangzhou was long.
How does one bear
being a wondering poet.
Who uses life on the streets
to the blossom symbol –
so alien to many?
There is no grief in this.
For I look for even the partial moon.
And between the chattering classes,
and the midnight fireworks.
I turn to you my love.
Happy new year –
we have a life to live.


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