Chen-ou Liu Poems

a hearse
in my rear-view mirror...
I wonder
will my name be written
...

once again
childhood memories
share my bed...
counting the stars, I measure
...

with my dog-eared
bilingual dictionary
I ponder
the difference between
...

fully armed
with my immigrant past
and a dream
I go one-on-one
...

holding my book
in the crook of her arm
she smiles at me
the spring sun heaps
...