Gentle Mockery

There goes the wit wit wit of the bird’s call

“Zhe ge dong xi”

Foreign murmurs

The creak of the ceiling fan

Clatters of various keyboards

Breath blown across the surface of hot coffee

A cacophony

Under the sign that has a finger to its lips

Like a gentle mockery

Of pure silence

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