Foxconn puts up nets
Around the rim of the factory roof
Sparking and fading
On apartment stairwells
Wonder about the verses
Of 100 poets every 100 years
For dozens of centuries
Vanishing like vapor
Risen up from the steam grates
Or the windows of food carts
Cadences caught in Central Park trees
Metabolizing in North Atlantic clouds
Rhymes rebounding
Off pavements in Chinatown
Off synagogue stones in Alphabet City
Poet Xu Lizhi recalls he looks like
His grandfather "beanpole"
As he "clothes hanger" falls asleep
Standing up again
On the line in Shenzhen
Verses scribbled into notebooks
On timed breaks
Will he find the time
To say what
Must be said
(paintings by Christine Ferrera)
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