One day, in the open-air, a poetry reading

across Zhongnanhai—right in the Eye

of China. You can’t recall a time, or a place,

that wasn’t Manufacture Red. In fact, your great

race was almost dead. Yet it survived: cultural

revolution, Mao, the laogai.

The roughed-up, cloud-scraped sky, finally parted

for Poetry. As one lyrical lantern after another

illuminated the banks of our waters. & our words,

& our mouths, dropped. & then out came

 

 

The                                                      Air!

 

 

 

__________

 

Adam Jon Miller‘s poems have been included in The Louisville Review, Yalobusha Review, Thimble Literary Magazine,The William & Mary Review, OxMag, In Parentheses, and The Dewdrop, and elsewhere. He is a poetry reader at Thimble Literary Magazine. A selection of Adam’s work has been translated into Chinese. Adam is a Jewish writer. Visit him anytime at www.adamjonmiller.com.

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