Paper lanterns and candy-canes
enwrapped in lightning bugs
An oriental sky in pinks and powder blues
presides over four hundred waiters
They cross the square in synchronized formation,
pirouetting like porpoises
diving through a sea of floral-print brocade and white linen,
claret and Chardonnay bubbling in their fish-tale wakes
The Son of Heaven descends from the pavilion
with his empress, newly-minted
The waves perform the three obeisances
and nine kowtows
as wine-white carbonation effervesces skyward.
August 2010
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