Red Umbrella, Christopher Shay
Shared by Tess Kincaid
necessities
no trishaw driver,
a dampened alley
silent, so
he walked:
a bag of noodles, street
vendor fresh -
his head sheltered
ang pow red -
and barber poles
to light the fetid
street:
what more
to wish for?
Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker
not much...would not mind a little of that take out...
ReplyDeleteIt's like the male maggie cheung in in the mood for live. can he have a thermos of hot noodles with him?
ReplyDeleteooo a moment captured
ReplyDeletenot easy
wonderful Rick
No more to wish for, your Magpie is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteNice little story, well told.
ReplyDeleteWell, this is one of my favorites. Love, love it.
ReplyDeleteNice atmospheric writing!
ReplyDeleteWhat more indeed. Excellent stuff!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I can imagine one or two things to go with my take-out: company, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteDry shoes, perhaps?
ReplyDeletesome thunder would be nice
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