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.