A Tanka Sequence
baking
in the summer heat
I wonder
how to pronounce
my new name, Chen-ou Liu
no more migrants
chanted in Bible-belt rhythm...
I tell him,
I am Taiwanese,
a 'legal alien'
maple leaves
gleam and darken
on the tree
should I stay
or should I go?
a red light
flashing at the crossroad...
I've been living
too long for a single dream
echoes in the winter air
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