So I used that I let that other world write the poem. The poem was done in about a week. 9 being a magic number in China. He revised it a little bit, but for the most part the poem reads as it came out. Seeing as had nothing but his memory to guide him, the poem is filled with a surprising amount of detail.
Lotus blossoms choke mossy green ponds.
Old truck hangs low its bed dragged down by coal blocks Big as boulders. SUVs and pricey new cars alongside millions Of bicyclists. Raindrops size of gold balls in Guangzhou. In the shade of a Mcdonald's umbrella. River barges chug endlessly up and down the Pearl river.