September 15th, 2025
by Su Yun
Do you know you face ink-black iron bars
Do you know your bed's not natural clay and stars
Heedless that birdsong fades beneath urban calls
Caring only that mud prints out bloom petals' falls
You've kissed earthen boards and ashen walls goodbye
Released their sheltering hold with a sigh
You've embraced ancient beams dusted with time
Yet still unfold branches in their prime
Nearby skies hold sunset's fading grace
Less fair than last month's rosy face
Nearby voices whisper sorrow's trace
Less sweet than former joy's embrace
Watch wheel tracks crush velvet blooms below
Watch red lights and whistles stir dust's flow
See you not how dark words, crowds, and cars oppress
Waiting to fade away
Waiting for your white flowers to cleanse time's clay
About the Poet
Su Yun resides in Yuncheng City, Shanxi Province, China.
Read the poet's biography and Wax Poetry and Art publications
on Su Yun's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #13,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in China Poetry Magazine:
This is the first poem published in this magazine.
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