Chinatown: a neon mantis.
Hailstones tapping a
Mandarin braille of love.
Two young girls scrape
the icy sidewalk in
crushed-can-high-heel-shoes.
Pause at a shop window
before jewelry boxes,
imagining the spring-wound song.
Matt Mullins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chinatown-valentine/
