Yinchuān, China, 2019
Today from the fifteenth floor
I can nearly see the horizon
The sky is blue (not yellow-white)
almost all the way down
to the lowest tiers of rooftops
in this city of brown and grey
cheap knockoff Lego
built by a giant’s child
The Air Quality Index is only 46
(even by the unauthorised app)
The dust storm is sleeping,
the smokescreen lying low
The sun is shouting
its ancient name
太阳 (Tàiyáng), the sun, literally means extreme yang
Jackson 