Chen-ou Liu Poems

fork in the road...
standing still to hear
the leaves
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I love you...
that hazy moon
in Rashomon
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Pacific shore...
my poem is folded
into a boat
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Easter morning
the whiskey breath
of a widower
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frog pond...
I jump over
the spring sun
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starry pond
the pulsing throat
of a frog
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suddenly awake
to see a sharp sickle
hanging low
in the winter sky...
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thoughts of Taiwan...
I place mom's homemade pillow
towards the moon
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New Year's drink
our yellow streams cross
each other's
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