From “North of the Earth”
By Dong Li
what was there to cover
the face of the village littered with baskets of bronze shouldered by the young as they slowly trod along the new cement roads not a single child under the shade of a tree to wave their parents to eat from the fields
a river of rust brightly black under the moon he heard their heartbeats or was it the moon or the cold of a rain near dawn
a rivulet of words trickled on a page then flickered under the kerosene light his hair grew long waving outside the window the earth was breathing
the far mounds under cover of the moon
carrots meats shredded mixed in bean-made vermicelli past spring festival happiness mixed in fire cracks that he no longer missed
no return to a place called home
a train of thought-threads woven snaking around word after word until a world birthed another world
sing and let sing
he wrote across nights when words flowered on a page of poetry that attracted the company of flowers
outside his night window a world was lit as he looked through
a strange feeling of blue that night could not cover that night wound its way to the heart burning
in the confinement of the body a shade of blue burst within a shade of blue gleaming her ponytail weighing heavy on his lids
night eyes were staring in the pane then blurred by a thorn tree shriveled in red
was red the shade of love
Source: Poetry (April 2022)