Chinatown: a neon mantis.
Hailstones tapping a
Mandarin braille of love.
Two young girls scrape
the icy sidewalk in
crushed-can-high-heel-shoes.
Pause at a shop window
before jewelry boxes,
imagining the spring-wound song.
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don't let it get you down, Matt, that people have already started to 'one' down your ratings. they obviously feel threatened by your talent, and rightfully so. Jake