Chen-ou Liu Poems

New Year's drink
our yellow streams cross
each other's
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mid-autumn night…
the wind whispers to me
Chinese words
that offer me a home
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Silent Night
drifting in from the neighbors -
I relearn Chinese
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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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