I remember without date the place

Between two streets: a corridor, a lifeline

A covered alley, an ecology

 

I remember it as too much, too much to buy

The superfluous choice of porcelain

Chinese and Japanese earthenware

 

Out of this depth travelled the two cups

Of Hakka blue with bamboo grips

To fill with smoky tea at sunset

 

And now your voice by satellite

Tells me you are there, living in the courtyard

Of a place without date I remember