Chrysanthemum blossoms sleeping in a plastic bottle
cradled by the cracked concrete
lulled into afternoon 休息 xiūxī by a 5,000 y.o. history.

The steel dragons rise from the broken earth
rearing their proud faces to the smog sky.

We hold hands and giggle wiggle walk.


(休息 xiūxī Rest. 休 = a person stopping to rest under a tree + 息 a heart under a nose as when we stop and rest we smell the flowers and feel.)