Chen-ou Liu Poems

watching sunlight
crawl on the whitewashed wall...
Time has a logic
of its own
...

the blossoms
of our summer dreams
once unfurled...
the garden of my mind
...

foggy morning...
the bits and pieces of me
in Father's mind
...

on the way home
stuck in the middle
of our fight...
suddenly, she looks up
...

fingers snapping
to the rhythm
of summer rain...
her words ripple
...

Father wagging
his "obey me" finger
at ten-year-old me
in a dream, I climb
...