john tiong chunghoo Poems

Isle Royale National Park
we walk in a pack to
avoid the wolves
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April Cannon Beach
the sea lions too taken up
by the sights
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a black president
to pull America
out of a dark tunnel
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the mind
has a mind
of its own
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grenada escapade
its trails take my legs
and its cove my soul
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quiet as mountain top lodge
ears a thousand miles off
heart in the calm of autumn lake
eyes sharp as a lawnmower
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uncle john badly wants
to be the president of
the United States
because he thinks
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suddenly even the air
breathes ghost
the house we stay
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earthquake warning
plates on the shelf rattle
every now and then
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the insects too
are trying to be higher
101 Tower
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