Chen-ou Liu Poems

after surgery
both of us said nothing...
her red bra
in the corner of my mind
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crawling out
from under dead bodies
of my poetry
this Easter Sunday
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New Year's morning
on The Metamorphosis
slanted sunlight
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an empty seashell...
the mid-autumn moon
above the Pacific
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my nephew
doesn't let me hold his hand
first day of spring
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roadside puddle
a street dog
licks the winter moon
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a dried lotus leaf
in Tibetan Book of the Dead...
winter dusk
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Silent Night
drifting in from the neighbors -
I relearn Chinese
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