The center of China is mud

All day, dust lands on Hubei
The center of China is mud

He sits by a field of lotus stalks
Where a whole lake disappears to haze

He walks to The Long River in the rain
Where a man curls up under the army pier

He ponders through a museum
Where a dynasty fell

All day, his words finger the air
To see if they can live

And as the day deepens, he begins to sing
Tonight, in his poem, there is more space

Photo: Entrance and parking lot of a new museum, Shandong, China
Text: 'The Center', written for a friend from Wuhan, in Hubei, China

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