Lucky stars in Taiwan

A marathon of yuhinas still weep.
Down the leafless beach,
something startles – a spider’s life.
Each day, I write and hold firm –
a wind more than a whisper.
Pleading to be remembered,
and begging to be fed.
Back again, to my island retreat –
an uneven edge flying in place.

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