Recently published poem written on the streets of Shanghai

SHANGHAI BICYCLE STREETS

Soaring low, gliding slow

beneath their flowing hats,

they float into my thoughts

as they billow along.

Sunlight through summer dresses;

Shadowy curves along the walk.

Waiting at the light holding hands,

their stillness invites.

Hips to thighs and scissors of light

where feathery triangles wait,

they soar by me in cool dresses

made for warm thoughts.