Poem in the Chinese Manner
A poem.
January 27, 2010
Poem In The Chinese MannerÌýLiving on the banks of the bayou,
ÌýI meet few people who care
Ìýfor poetry or politics.
ÌýEarly on a foggy morning,
ÌýI drink the day's first green tea.
ÌýSpider webs thin as a breath stain the grass.
ÌýA nutria scuttles into the water.
ÌýFour mallards float by in company.
ÌýMy corrupt government seems far away
Ìýand the writing of heron tracks in the mud
Ìýmay be all the poetry I need.
ÌýÌý–ÌýGail White