Shower
hot summer
day
turns to
dripping evening
we walk in
park mist
kiss in
newborn drizzle
the rain in
the kiss
feels
elemental
like we are
fish
in a
primordial ocean
it's so
natural
water and
tongue
tongues and
saliva
combine to
sense life
our fins
i mean arms
wrap around
our bodies
we breathe
clouds of ecstasy
it's like
we're in the sky
now i
understand
the
ecstasies of clouds
as drops
drip down to skin
we share our
fluidity
movements
evolution
given
muscularity
and the
ability
to form
words
like love in
the air
no need for
an umbrella
wet orbs in
our heads
provide
electricity
by lingering
long
like a lake
after a late
afternoon
the sun
falls
into the
mountains
the heavens
become
a dark mass
ducks rest
by the shore
we don't
make noise
instead puddle
on a bench
create a
witnessed scene
lightly
soaked trees stand happily
while we
appendage up
to stroll
away from paradise
holding
hands locking smiles
look forward
to our return
to the
moistened earth
where we
will grow together
again like
sprouting plants
Collection
Flowers of a
bush open like a firework.
Each solar
receptor’s pink petals outstretch
to welcome
power.
The center
of the flower mimics the sun itself.
While lily
pads scoop light through green skin,
the higher
lifeform ducks, like us,
have stored
energy and float
on the water
in the shade of a tree
so as to not
get too much of the life-giving force.
The grown pumpkins
sit unable to do anything
about the
passing of day into night,
merely
absorb illuminated until phased cold shadow.
The
photographer enthusiastically employed
the
resultant spectrum.
The poet
wasn’t even there, didn’t have to be,
thanks to
the charged transmission
of colors
and shapes saved to a swollen brain.
The Big
Pineapple!
Under a blue
and white streaked sky
In a city of
crosswalks, motorbikes, SUV’s, and buses
Palms line
the street in front of high-rise residential buildings
And what
looks like a gigantic metal pineapple nestled nearby
It’s a
shopping mall you can walk into in torn jeans and sneakers
Past the red
sash wearing masked security guard who guns your wrist for a fever
The first
thing in front of you, a yellow arching M for McDonald’s
Stores lined
with plastic items, a jewelry stand adorned with little red flags
Pick up a
flyer for a Cali Burger, then walk in shops featuring stuffed yellow Pikachu’s
and portable plastic fans
Another has
hard liquor, wire racks of bottled wines
Cans and
bottles of beer, baby care products (a logical progression)
Packaged
Strawberry Bear Cookies in a register line bin
Now on to
the market, cheerful music piped in, bags of dried food
A rainbow of
produce piled inside imitation bushel baskets
Plums,
lemons, limes, a father picking up one to try
as he holds
his baby daughter in the crook of his arm
A carton of
eggs just 9.90…strangely enough, fat black urns too
Each variety
of bean can be scooped up and zip-lock bagged
Pizza slices
and buttery rolls on aluminum warming trays
Roll your
full cart to the checkout, I see you are buying roast duck and dumplings
Get your
receipt, only 84.80 for all you wanted (that’s $12.50 American)
Wander some
more through boutiques of
flowery
dresses, wrapped bikinis, comfy cotton shorts and tees
Again small
red flags on the rack corners (it’s National Day)
Take a
selfie as you encounter a tall mirror by the door
to show off
the bulging satchel over your shoulder
Find a white
beanie for a mere 4.50 that says Comfortable above the brim
Cute hand
towels seem like tiny soft hanging dresses
Colorful
curvy bras hang held up by clipped hangers
A silky
black camisole feels right with your waterfall of long hair
Pass a
capped teen girl in a red Michigan Wolverine blue helmet emblazoned sweater
near the cosmetics display
Back home on
the 11th floor, think to yourself
These butter
cookies could have been better
But this is
not Monterey Park, this is Sanya
Where a
communist can be a capitalist every day
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