T ea-Time in China town Jasmine-scented shops with W oks and steam rice cookers Are closing down Canal Street. Stalls of stir-fry greens lie limp Under lamps pagoda-topped And parchment-faded smiles. Through flapping theatre doors Peek matt black walls with paper bamboo sets Whose actors click chop-sticks Two doors down in the 'Rising Sun' As evening falls At tea-time In Chinatown. Liz Niven
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