Bio Note: I grew up in China and now teach Chinese language and Asian culture at a university in the U.S. My poems have been included in multiple Chinese literary journals and bilingual anthologies. I enjoy various creative activities such as writing, painting, and translating poems.
Sketch of September
In September, trees are set on fire Sparkles spin down carrying their small tails red or gold Apples and walnuts fall to the ground still on fire till the flesh is burned away till the core is revealed A crippled old man with his old dog A tall slim man reading a book A woman with freckles lowering her eyes her hair burning Like them I stand at the bus stop, quietly carrying my own fire tiny and blue
©2021 Sha Huang
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