fatigue overwhelms
our bags waiting by the door
tomorrow we leave
a cramped meal of
chicken over Siberia
eight hours on a plane
mighty spire of glass
looking down on old houses
sunset over Bund
loud music greets us
male couples twirl round the hall
we don’t have the moves
boats on rainy lake
mountains shrouded in the mist
office towers too
this museum has
so many things of interest
my feet are hurting
people kneel in prayer
tourists jostling for photos
buddha looks smiling
taxi through quiet city
nothing remains but airport
return to dreary
