This is Siberia in lucid sleep.

A poem of the freshness and the nostalgia of summer.

by ZiXiang Zhang
foreign cars cruising,
horsepower sprinting in exhaust, the bundt-pan valleys
schism between gridded plants and tin-cast barnyards,
the coming-passing of night so sentient it throbs when fallen leaves gather–

by ZiXiang Zhang
After two centuries, a dozen
relations have settled in their river meandering.

I am no sir–
only a college kid with a budget