Chinese New Year

Ah, here we are--here's an example of schmoetry for you.

Chinese New Year

Schools are quiet.
Where I once heard the noise of bells and running feet,
I hear nothing.
Hearing nothing, but a few scattered conversations
Of students--students too poor to go home.

Streets are noisy.
Cars are driving, people are walking,
Now it's quiet.
Quiet, except for a sound of a few firecrackers.

Sometimes, in the school building,
I think there's the ghost of the past,
Maybe playing a prank,
Or taking notes on a hard lecture.
But now...
Gone.