john tiong chunghoo Poems

staying at an inn
i saw the owner
in the colours of the bed
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first summer
tokyo summer
the city rests
like an oven
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dragonflies
and children
cruise over the field
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wrapping rice cakes
mother complains the maid could never
do things her way
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winter solitude
catching a cold,
the man's cracked nasal voice
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when winter chrysanthemums go
only the cranes
to dance for me
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i walk through the lane again
now all tarred, laterite
the gravel all gone
with the pieces of my life
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lucky age
at least
now it leaves
a space
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orangutan
and us watch each other
did an alien separate us?
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