I dream of bamboo women:
slender, arching reeds along the river bank,
swaying long, lean bodies
as yellow as the face of China.
During the monsoon,
bending at the waist,
they seem to break-
only to surprise the laughing sun.
They have survived ten thousand storms
in just this fashion.
They will survive ten thousand more.
A playful child,
fearful of tigers,
hides among their green and yellow dresses.
The warm waters cover him.
He drinks air through a woman's body.
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