Just my impressions of a small city in the middle of Asia
Szechuan – Nanchong
Numbing spices permeates all flavors
Wafts out in breath
Over the bitter cold.
Down jackets, Uggs walk the streets
Hoods nodding up and down
Haggling over kumquats and Asian pears.
The Jialing River winds unobtrusively
Past buses, noodles shops, construction, mud
Bao zus, split pants, and KTV
A hot pot of country and modernity
Of patriotism and ‘leave us be out here’.