"Dry flow" a dry poem by Kwoa

Hope and despair around Tengger (or Tenggeli) desert and Zhongwei's bustling night market.

Dry Flow

Cheap shaved ice, light-red sweetness melting through me.
Neons around, flashing skirt slits lurking above.

[a trade ~ a minute]

Hours seeding, watering ocher soil with sweat.
Sipping all, up until... all dries to dust.

Kwoa's ~naive~ world trip
https://effycreations.com/blog/dry-flow-tengger-deserts-night-market-2020/