How's this
be here hands up eyes
down
to catch a rose
for grinding down
a pyre holds two thoughts
that you cry with the rain
and that I can return
what had flown away
be here sitting at the table
waiting for a gust through the window
to blow out your flame
to count down the years
say hello
to this scene
no master no slave no whip
nor chains no beginning
no relief
be here is all
Copyright Tina Cheng 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)