You were the most beautiful Chinese bamboo piece
I ever found at Pier I.
I wanted to ask someone Asian what the Chinese characters on it someday.
But none of the ones I asked knew.
There was a stream throughout that really looked like it might move.
And an olden bridge of a split tree trunk split in half with someone with a burden on his back
crossing the bridge. And no handrails!
There was golden red and silvery blue mist around
the, mountains. Kind of like Jimi Hendrix's psychedelic colors
I bought you when I was in college in Boston in 1981.
You are still on my wall now.
I just can't bear to part with you.
Even though you are stained brown from (ahem-etc) and some bamboo has actually fallen off completely and quite honestly you ain't what you used to be, I still want an Asian to tell me those mysterious words.
MAYBE THEN I'll be happy and sell you or (gasp!) throw you out! |
Submission Name: One Person's Art is Another Person'
