21 December 2012

Cartwheel Before Laolao's Funeral

She is way past fear-
less. Her sandals
are birds taken-

off into a green
sky. The same sky
where her hands are

buried. And for

an instant, as she
plays at Atlas, she
holds up every-

thing: expensive black
cars, golden trees,
and Chinamen

jumping. Off chairs.

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