Pain and pleasure


A poem I wrote whilst reflecting on a life in exile and friendship.

The minivet
on a Kaohsiung street,
sings its
strange song.
A sweet benediction
on love.

And your smile,
a taste of dark wine.
Your eyes alive
with a Buddhas love.
A quick stitch,
between loss-
and love again.

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