Ritual Storm

Some Pu-li enchantment, bright smiling girl
on a bicycle, fingers writing v’s,
acrobatic, peddling balance, the wire
of a crowded street, echoing with horns
roiling in the tropical heat, the short
statured mountain palms bleaching,
turning leaf up as prophet to a ritual storm
bowed to red tiled goddesses crouching
lifted from sloth filled ledges
looking down with vertigo out on
the straw capped non-contrarians
plying ancient trades.


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