This Drifting Life Poem by Chen-ou Liu
This Drifting Life
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.
between morphine drips...
feeling the weight
of cold air
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: illness,immigration,memoir
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