Kaili.Zhang

The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the street as I waited on the worn wooden bench at the bus stop. My eyes were drifting along the cracks in the pavement when I noticed someone sitting down beside me.

Meeting you is like spring water reflecting pear blossoms,  
Seeing you is like the chirping of cicadas accompanying the summer,  
Thinking of you is like a thousand arrows piercing my heart,  

Some people vote, but never think,  
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.  
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,  
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd.  

Not quite,  
but close.  
A shade off,  
a soft blur,  

Almost there,  
but waiting,  
somewhere between  
yes and maybe. 

The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
Turning the ground to burnished gold.