The pedicab whirls forth

Water-stained calash stirring sounds from the ringing vortex

And undulating ribbons squeeze time along the slimy slush

Wavering come human shadows, jolting

wood shaky in rusty wane

Lost century’s memories last

oozing from the plastic casing with drapes

From radios unseen the pitched voices ride with the car

Impenetrable, dripping in space

at the ends of hair of the elder lady

in strips of snowy charcoal

Though the watery drips never touched

Nor can she clench the knots of thread drawn

from the ribbon of time

Upon the stodgy tranquility of air

old songs stir the space, sediments flow

Under damp summer glooms, strain

stingy memories finally brake the car

Time replies upon the break

at the rim of paper wrappers where wrinkles stroke,

rubbing dancing plastic:

From sweety bites of the brewed steamed cake

among plain vests, polka cotton

lyrics time echoes in sweat