You and the Night and the Music

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Dear Liu

Sept 2021

I found you in between the blameless limbs of day — 
					                       within red bricks, tender linens, gentle cries of Coltrane

 floating weightlessly still in the soon-to-be evening, awaiting the fatiguing sun to age into rumpled
dandelions…

 The orange yawn of Beijing bleeds into the delicate fabric of the room, and it is cooler now that
evening has come, and one can hear the gentle leaves stretching in the wind — 

It is snowing in spring, and I lie beside the night 
with the generosity of jazz,	 playing The Best of Bill Evans

	upon my bed is the window that I love:

		the snow travels downs softly, 
		and I fall along their streams of tottering
           

		the varied organs in space
		following and listening 
		to their own kind

  the syncing of rhythms move you, 	put you in the mood for grapes —  
				  	 	 		                    but it is too late, closing eyelids, a little sleep…

The city wakes up for me again in the morning, the tiles of my bathroom floor
  reflecting the sun in waves that finds me soon enough… 		
							                                	I get up eventually in search of it — 

My wanderings head nowhere in particular, against these endless variations of light and sound 
					                       	            that are warm and recurring and give me shape.

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Dear Liu is from Beijing, China and studies in the Sam Fox School of Design & Visual Arts at Washington University in St. Louis.