Huge cylinder of plastic sheet
Stood silently on the road
An opening then appeared
Cut by an invisible knife
Revealing volumes of works by Lu Xun
Free left overs, I suddenly remembered
From a book sale on campus
Hilarious, I went over
But in a puff of smoke
It vanished
A trash truck passed, I was told
I saw a glimpse of of it
And frantically ran after it, driving fast
Then it stopped
Some workers got off from the flatbed
Empty, when I got close
6/10/2026
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Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2026 14:25
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Comments1
Magic disappears in a puff of smoke and so did this. Well said
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