our summer spot- a year later-
thirteen trees marked with red paint-
smeared red for the kill-
2 small frail fir trees
strewn on the drying grass-
new young replacements.

we eat steamies from
across the street greasy spoon-
best deal in this part of town-
fries smeared with the bad fats-
spruce beer made in the basement-
bubbles tickle up your nose,
down your throat.
a senior couple all in nylon beige
with large shoes on,
at the next bench
near a large round stump of a tree-
looking very dry.
loud trucks turn and rumble
obnoxiously by - no manners.

with the springtime blossoms,
the dragons come out of the waters
and ascend to the skies-
bringing rain until
they submerge again in the fall.

a small brooding cloud flitters by
joined soon by a gang of menacing clouds.
rain starts to drill onto the pavement-
shiny slick black-
reflecting blurry houses.
white small lines of rain slivers,
like thousands of cartoon people,
dart and run
furiously zigzagging high speed
across the street.

the 9 dragon wall in Beijing,
after hundreds of years,
still brilliant in colour-
ceramic tiles shine with jewel colours.
there are 635 dragons on the 9 dragon wall.

we run to the bus shelter
roaring with thunderous laughter.

there are 634 dragons on the 9 dragon wall.

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