The dragon is in the street dancing beneath windows
pasted with colored squares, past the man
who leans into the phone booth's red pagoda, past
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Wai Min is in the doorway. He brings fish. He brings lotus root. He brings me ghost money. Does anyone know what she meant by 'ghost money'?
Beautiful narration of the Chinese's New Year celebrations. Quite entertaining. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
The artistry in this is superlative. The impactful way she combines words to describe things in new and novel ways has me in awe of her talent. And this poem puts me there in that celebration in ways both physical and emotional. For example: the dalliance of hands, It's dangerous to stand here in the chastening glow, darkening