Chinatown: a neon mantis. <br /> Hailstones tapping a <br /> Mandarin braille of love. <br /> <br />Two young girls scrape <br /> the icy sidewalk in <br /> crushed-can-high-heel-shoes. <br /> <br />Pause at a shop window <br /> before jewelry boxes, <br /> imagining the spring-wound song.<br /><br />Matt Mullins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chinatown-valentine/
