My Chinese home

Greetings,

Heat. Love and interior wisdom. All the dirt, construction, heavy equipment

and the digging

filling old blue dump trucks with musty Stalinist leftovers.

Riding motorcycle vegetables, women waiting

behind baskets of produce. Produce.

Fields are eternally productive,

Patient greens turn down the sun.

Educational catastrophe inside the machine.

"Text me baby. Consume my voice, eat delicious 'what if's' and 'maybes.'

Metta.