Tricia Mae Chua Poems

Fall 2007

I think of you, little winter wren
Sitting on the palm of my open hand.
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You introduced me to the Star Rock and sat with me in that hallowed place,
To kytheing and to quantum physics,
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There is a part of me that still grieves.
Do you see her? Can you hear her?
She is there by the corner, weeping.
A small disappointed child.
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I sang myself back to sanity today.
The sun finally came out after a dreary yesterday.
Somehow I feel that the air around could sense
what was happening inside me.
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Where does one begin to find someone like you?
Will he be hidden away within the pages of some dusty old book?
In between the verses of a forgotten poem?
In the words of a painful love song?
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In the cool December air
Meeting you for the first time
Outside McPherson Square.
Your gentle face and warm smile,
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Thirty five thousand feet above the ground,
I beheld a grand expansive space
Of silent thick cloudscape
As far as the eye could see
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Driving to work
I catch sight of her
with her back towards me
making her way up
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Shifty looks
A tempest brewing
Snake slithering
under white knotty skin
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The smell of cut grass on a humid afternoon
Grandfather's old phonograph spinning out songs
Three friends sharing stories, a bag of chips and soda.
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