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Click hereIn Qufu where the master was born
a bridegroom can have his honeymoon sooner
with Ling who loves karaoke bars
on red lantern nights before the next wedding,
reminding all the American business
her name means swallow, the bird, of course,
and knows enough of their white devil English
to wink while mouthing a long neck beer.
From inside a doodad stall it seems
Confucius and Lao Tzu statues are frowning
at t-shirts for sale across the street
that hang on a tree a huckster tells tourists
is, but isn't, a ginkgo biloba
on which Chairman Mao once hanged a duke,
and if I lift a dollar from my pocket,
he'll show me the photo to prove it.
Really excellent poem. I enjoyed this very much.
Kongzi
He did not ask
about the horses. Would
he look for the soul
in hung meat?