Write in the Park Day 02:
(an ekphrastic poem)
A straight flat path
a little rough
a little uneven
with most of its original blue worn off
by the wheels of a hundred bicycles
by the steps of a thousand feet
by the dripping of a million raindrops
leaving remnants of blue patches
struggling to survive.
A straight path
bounded on its left and on its right
by straight rows of straight trees
with their slender trunks
covered by lime green moss,
like a guard of honour
standing at attention
saluting my arrival
watching me walk past with indifference.
A straight path
leads me straight ahead
coaxes me on towards the other end
where I will receive
my medal of accomplishment:
of having finished my morning walk.
"A straight path"
by Huang Bing Yao
Mon 02May22 0834 hrs GMT+8
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