The swirl and noise inside People's Park,
Paved paths for moving around.
Manicured selected trees laced with green,
Murky dribbling water dull with disuse.*
Dropping red leaf strewn sidewalks, littered.
Crowded brown occupied benches, smoky.
At sunset the gates will shut:
This visiting guest's expectations are left disappointed.
*There was a dried up waterfall structure in the park that made me think perhaps this was Zhaofong since in my grandfather's notes to his poem, there seemed to be a waterfall in it.
In response to Waitan Park, No 2.
High rise digital flashing showoff spectacular dazzle
Ferries and barges move steadily, wakes flatten crud.
Gray promenade, hand machines**, selfie spots.
Many people excitedly sit, listening to the chattering tourists.
**the literal translation for cell phone in Chinese is hand machine. I used the term to parallel 'handrail' used in my grandfather's poem.
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