Photo by Jason Knott
Portsmouth Square
by Genny Lim, from Winter Place

They live their lives here
     the old men
Every afternoon they sit
     on park benches
     like weathered satuary
   reading The Chinese Times
     in a village tongue

They are the sojourners
Their eyes once frothy oceans
   sucked dry by time
Their straw limbs
   where once spun sinewy muscles
     that dredged mines
     culled crops
     and hauled rails
   flecked with age

They possess the grass
   with the pigeons and the children
     who don't look at them
       or call them Gung-Gung


copyright 2001, Genny Lim

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