they sell red bean buns
on fifty-fourth street
in the steamy little shack next to
the drugstore with the cracked
four buns arrive in a little red
box with swirling golden dragons
and black sesame seeds salute
from an expansive ocean of white.
children rush to buy the buns
one twenty-five per order on
Saturdays after Chinese school
they sit on the curb with the buns steaming
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.