Last
night
thin
rain,
gusty
wind.
Dense
sleep
doesn't
fade
a wine
hangover.
I'm talking
to her
who
rolled up
the curtains.
Are you
blind!
I
say.
By now
they're
fat
green
and skimpy
red.
Li Ching Chao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-2/
