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Three Moons Make a Season

 

 

 

I used to stand before lantern puzzles. 

 

Now my window is too low for the moon, 

my window with the sound of trains.

 

Cinnamon grove pressed on mooncakes

 

and pomelo cut in twelve

are for people in the yellow space.

 

In my stomach 

migrant workers hammer and saw;

 

the houses they build remain empty.

 

 

 

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