john tiong chunghoo Poems

inviting me to dance
grand canyon's shapely pinnacles
cliffs, ridges
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so it's true we
shall perish by fire

even the ice of the poles
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breckenridge
our eyes locked between
the slopes
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your haunting, reminiscing lines
echoes of love reverberating
through the milky way
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Sixth Bintulu International Kite Festival
the wind and kites
sweep us off our feet
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old war field
the reeds slice each other
in the wind
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which is heavier -
the wind, the rice stalk
or the bird on the windblown plant?
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Admiral Cheng Ho Museum
looking down at us
an artificial giraffe
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