Friday, April 24, 2015

In the gathering darkness

By X. Z. Shao

In the gathering darkness,
a middle age woman
rummaged a garbage bin
by a lake mirroring
night lights and the moonshine
for discarded plastic bottles
she pressed flat to save space
and put them into
a big black plastic bag
she carried on her back.

She then walked down
a neatly-made ring road
through a little round square
where tourists watched
swans and played by day
toward next garbage bin
in the evening breeze,
with only her obscure shadow
following her to search
for her daily bread.


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