TheLittleLiangMountains
Inwinter
Thewindalways
Keepsaknifeinitsbelt
CrossingWangeliangzi
Wearingagreatcoat
Iwalked
Throughthecrowd
Andhadanencounter
Iwasn''''texpecting
Hestaredatme
Andreachedoutahand
Likeadrywitheredleaf
Iwasimmobilised
Byhisgaze
Couldn''''tmakemyfeet
Move
Hismucus
Shonefrosty
Inhismoustache
Histhroattwitched
Buthecouldnot
Speak
Asmallballoffire
Inhiseyes
Dancing
Iputmyhands
Inmypockets
Ifeltabitawkward
—Nomoneyinmypockets
IntheendItookoutacigarette
ThenIfoundalighter
Andlitit
Forhim
Ipattedhisshoulder
Andwalkedregretful
Away
Iwasupset
Ihadnomoneyonme
Butitshouldbeknown
Thatweather-beatenman
Inthislife
Willonlyreachout
Topeoplewithpoetry
Intheirheart