He knew it was her because of the blue squirrel hat

he had seen in Cherry’s hands that first time

they met at the Temple of Heaven.

It was hard to drive at a walking pace,

so he rolled a hundred yards behind,

close to the curb, trying not to lose the small, quick figure,

as bicycles swarmed behind him,

mesmerized by the Hello Kitty bobbleheads.

When Shirley arrived at the school gates,

a group of girls ran to meet her,

Weng used his binoculars to watch them

hug and jump in the playground with joy.