Against bottle-green wind, the lights
of Broadway fuse—
an immense opal, shining in a setting
of pot-metal.
At the stone’s igneous heart
a pilgrim moves
through traffic on 7th Avenue,
trying to hail
a bus with his cane.
Who can direct
him to the poetry district, where
no guide book goes?

Between a peep show and
a music store,
in a random Chinese restaurant,
the prize he seeks
lies waiting; not a spurious fortune—
a gentle reproof:

Welcome to Chinese Restaurant.
Please try your nice Chinese Food with Chopsticks.
the traditional and typical of Chinese glorious history.
and cultual.