One Night at Yaumati

The day ends, the night falls,
The lights on. People are rushing
to the bright side. The dark side is sad,
Those women are standing there, outside
the old buildings, tonight and every night,
Thirty years ago, sixty years ago,
On the dark side of the night.
I dare not looking at them, because
I can see everyone has a sad story
Behind their body. The rain is falling
hard. The fruits store at the corner of
Nanking Street is illuminated brightly.
People need to eat fruits in the night.
The women street is not for women.
The rain has spoiled much of the stores'
business. The faces of the store-keepers
tell me that they are unhappy. The night
ends, the dawn breaks, those women
outside the old building are gone,
The women street is not for women.
The fruit store is closed, people need not
to eat fruits in the day time. A new day,
Thirty years ago, sixty years ago.

(written on 18 July 2010 2312 hrs)