Poem: Ancient Chinese Secret on Grand Avenue.

An old, three-story house,
Chinese folk music plays.
The worn hardwood floor
creaks as you walk
over to the waiting room.
Handmade slippers,
decorated with
bright Chinese characters
shaped like little dragons,
adorn the carpet.
Bags of herbal tea
line the wall,
to fight
colds and flu.
The smell of medicinal herbs
permeate the room.
The young girl escorts my wife
to a treatment room.
She lies still,
with needles in her limbs
to start the Chi flowing.
Harmony abounds.
All seems wonderful.
Life in full bloom.

Tim

St. Paul, MN