Sunday, May 13, 2012

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

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