Winter Meditation on Autumn Meditation (1)

By | 1 December 2022

After Du Fu

Shopper drops jade bracelet, then collapses in shock.
When I get to level 47 the air is almost breathable.
A cold wind blows beyond the river of ancestors,
past the cars in the lobby of the Marriott hotel.
So much is held in commercial confidence. Things
get karaoked into existence when a song is played twice.
I tap ‘love’ on an image of a single drone, hovering
over an artificial lake. This is a night for uploading
images of the new winter line. Revive our hearts, Lord.

NB: The first line of this poem is taken from a newspaper headline.

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