First Seeing Wusong (In response to Seeing Wusong)
Wusong waters slink along, brown.
Riverbank trees unlike my hometown.
Shanghai fills all the air,
He lived here once, for a decade.
Felt strange across the Pacific Ocean--
People say I've traveled much,
Inside is full and longing.
Why did you come back?
Start down bone-flesh roads.
alternate last two lines:
When will he come back?
Gone up heaven-bound streets.
My view straight across from where I wrote this response. |
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