Leaving Taichung Station

 

Excerpt from the new poem:

A wolf’s wedding, a heart’s wet honeymoon: Da Nang Blues

Timethat mad hatter, little dove,

winging us home toward the clouds perched on the mountain and the homes far long at sea.....when we could not see

and

And the great world spins, little rabbit,  and we are fit 

for the Shrinking, the  inging and the inking, 

the clutching and the all of it,

your tiny paw in my hand,

our tiny toes scratching records of our life, together,

in the cold, receding sand