Chen-ou Liu Poems

A Haibun

I am here -and not here. Every night I sleep in Taipei, but wake up in Ajax. My mind is winged by a yearning for things not yet lost. It flies into the garden of hometown memories.
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sunlight slants
through the attic window
two caged birds
singing to each other,
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eating alone,
one bowl of rice
after another...
the fatter I get
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devoured
by your intense
dark gaze
I enter further
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