Friday, August 24, 2007

At the Travel Agency

When I pretended to be Taiwanese
The grass grew much more swiftly, and the sun
Shone steadily on almost everyone,
And everyone was wholly at his ease,
As happy and contented as you please.
The world was nothing but friends, freedom, fun:
Some green tea, pulled pork on an onion bun,
A handful of those wonderful sweet peas . . .

I don't intend to ramble on all day.
It was a time of innocent delights,
Cool mornings, fine middays, and starry nights
That smelled of elderberries and mown hay
Here in the city, over by the bay.
Let's visit China, and take in the sights.

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