Sunday Afternoon

Xinxiang, Henan Province, China 17th Sept, 2018

It’s raining in Xinxiang.
Nothing but the wild rain.
Still pools outside my apartment,
and listening to ‘Left, Right and Center’
talking about dismay and limited hope
in the Trump Administration.

I’m trying to mark some papers,
But I remember a small town,
shades pulled down and
listening to ‘The Smiths’.

I was young then and there
was no alternative…

Left was Left

And…..

Right was Right.

I knew about the fog or war,
and connecting with silent hunches.
As defense was born in El Salvador, Nicaragua
and old shipyards in Poland.

Now words of mouth go with the wind,
a cobweb of lost poetic credence.
I’m writing now.
And the left are still not happy with the President.