Ski Ramp Progress
September 28, 2017
The roofs slope the same way
sliding up like ski ramps to the sky.
Old and new. Older and newer.
Their same ambitions and fates
like that of everything’s. Just conditional.
No comment on progress or decay or rebirth.
All is one thing in another form.
Who cares to remember? Nostalgia
is the present disease of the past.
Keep aiming up and looking that way
keep no foot on the rubble of our memories.
They are no foundations for the future.
Just features for photos on Sunday afternoons.
Like clouds, they are what you say they are.
Think no more of them and look for meanings
only in the pillows of smog above us.
1/10/2015 – Taken in Jimei, Xiamen, China.
Been a long time to share my poetry on this blog…mostly since I have lived in China…though I still have words written and stories to tell, I will start sharing some more and reading yours. Goldbot.
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