Eighteenth Saturday, from Chinatown, one day late

Line of redbud trees.

Pink dots along trunk and branch,

Waiting for green leaves.

Old men in huddle

Watching two play Chinese chess

In bright cold sunlight.

Ladies in three lines

Wave red scarves, make graceful turns,

To tinny music.

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