One delicate palace—
bamboo and rattan, in a curio shop
scented with jasmine, everywhere
blossoms of water lilies.
reed strips, a gold latch,
At times a partition—carefully
strung glass beads, jade and ruby
glint in silk blue light.
Imagine a hue mei song thrush—
splash of olive and gray, traditional
white brow, improvising around a melody
as if a Baroque fugue.
Feather and pulse. Pure song—
at times slightly altered,
yet always persistent, always pristine.