Icarus

No other wings but

these. Tireless suns, lighting

the road leading home.

Hope

If my vibrancy

Can only be braced for one

look, let it be yours.

The Songs Are So Free

The songs are so free:

Ungoverned, reality

takes wings in verses.

Teacher

Ate a persimmon,

while reading Auden. What rhymes,

could this mime, summon?

Sunset

Waiting, forever

For that last light, to become

A permanent hue.

Your Light

Glowing, like the end

of a gentleman's cigarette,

Almost in my reach.

Education

April in Beijing.

We were May and December,

Aptly Forbidden.