children, ages, culture.
She showed me to say hello
and Chinese alphabet.
The symbols all collected, pooled
like some mad calligraphic pond
trickled with bamboo water sprouts.
The air reverberated, pentatonic scales
and Pipa notation.
Green paper lanterns hung,
strung with seedless cords, abound,
their soft glow illuminated
the Hunan she presented.
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