Constellate
On a Windy Afternoon
Weiqi Tang
Pedestrians wobble with
the traffic lights
while their hair is zealously dancing samba.
A tiny bug drops
in a mason jar by the window,
struggling to breathe.
You can tell the walls
are having a fencing competition
by just listening;
Waking up from your nap
on an overcast bed,
you confuse dusks with dawns.
