Chen-ou Liu Poems

last rays of the sun...
dog-eared Where the Wild Things Are
spread out on my desk
...

his comment ends
with 'thin images and thick words'
one snowflake
after another and another
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my old dog
gazing at the supermoon
I fall asleep
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a deceased friend
taps me on the shoulder -
plum blossoms falling
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my car breaks down
in the middle of nowhere
the moon
leads the way
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the shadow
divided into two
sirens wail
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new immigrant...
face-to-face
with falling snow
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a slant of sunlight
on my basement window sill
the dead fly
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