The Ammonite
Held
half-jutted
from the corner
of an old apartment block
persisting through encirclement
by one of many business zones
that pock this Chinese metropole
is a fossilised ammonite.
Up this high
in a concrete wave
with its view of aluminium
plants twinkling like scales
and a lead smelter belching
clag as black as deep sea plumes;
the ammonite, dreaming,
remembers the ocean.
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