剪纸 ~ Paper Cut

who can see her,

old lady paper~cutter

swallowed in shadows,

silhouette in the flow

of neon-digital netizens.

who can see her

ancient hands disappear

into discarded centuries;

a face, a window-flower,

precise lines of her dignity,

binned as a burger-wrapper.

who can see her,

will she return next year?

New Year will re-appear,

the neon-city brighter

fireworks flash louder;

our lives, more fevered;

as a line, fine as paper

is severed, forever.