1 a.m. conversation

/ Rugby Lion

A poem written early this morning.

Night falls in Kaohsiung,
empty parking spaces.
Dried grass roots,
just holding up.

In my room,
poems on an island-
and memories left behind.
A summer walk, once again.

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