THE SPRING CANAL
Like a vein,
flowing beside the pulsating artery of
the city.
Clouds shimmer on your shallow reflection.
The world upside down.
Intoxicated Jasmine, pink and potent,
dances on your periphery.
Pidgeons parade in their purple scarves,
perching themselves on the wires above.
Willows hanging over you,
like a new lover,
with nowhere else to be.
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