Chinese Flower
Old men watch the sunset
We dreamed on these streets, we walked through back alleys
The bakery is somber today,
The old men still gather in front
But today something is different
Swap meet memories haunt me here
In that Chinatown
The stink of its trash
The perfume of times long past
The perfume of histories
Of hers
And mine
Paths, which are different now
And have gone their ways
Here’s to Chinese Flower
To those times, and the streets where our paths crossed
The old men watched the sunset that day
In front of this bakery
And we walked the streets together