Blue ink,
a new leaf.
A magpie whistle,
pierces the
harbours first star.
Every small
affection,
a new world.

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Nothing I
didn’t know
before.
I follow with
uncertain legs,
the falling
leaves –
as far as I can.

By Pier 2,
the sea
drifts in.
A birdsong,
an imaginary friend –
just seconds
before the storm.

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A swallow flight
home…..
seems less.
No more
distant sunlit breakers,
or rules
of punctuation.
Now, just debt ceilings
for the next
thousand miles.
And salt winds,
talking of war.
Pointing a way forward.

A poem about nature, and loss – that I just wrote.

Sunrise…..
while we wait.
Eyes of leopard cats
rim the dry streets.
Open-mouthed,
and pushing forward –
closer to
the inside world.

All night, this headland
lunges forward –
a flaw in the shadow.
Nothing to doubt,
and less and less
life – becomes life.

The heat stirred in the city,
a salinity of blood and tears.
Surged by glory of sun and moon.

A new love, outside the mountains.
Framed by flowers, of the mouth
and veiled summers.

I cannot but admire
this circulation of loving colours.
Fighting with a strong mind,
to speak the black and the white.

A poem just written – reflecting on an ending.

I tried to mend the fence,
but it was difficult.
And left a metallic taste
in my mouth.
All I wanted, was a
hammock at dusk –
and to read Bukowski.
But, on old burial ground
this was too much.

Two young women
holding hands,
they look happy.
A soothing flatness
from another world.
Or a bird, sleeping
by the road – the
day now longer.

Warm rain before dawn,
warm rain before dusk.
A tiny ant chews a hole,
all the way to the sky.
A new beginning.
from winter storage.
A guava tasting world,
one body – in the seas motion.

A sky drifting,
beyond charred fields.
A cry from a Yuhina,
unfolding the dust
from summers past.
A morning coffee
and English news.
Another day,
in Kaohsiung City.

Submerged on the island,
with feet tapped
and full honour – a veiled summer.
The sound of a modern flute
roars through hutongs
and curved streets.
Incessant plum rain falls,
dead straight – and nobody
waiting to be rescued.