Chen-ou Liu Poems

mid-autumn night…
the wind whispers to me
Chinese words
that offer me a home
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alone by the pond
my yellow stream goes farther
to touch the moon
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Amazing Grace
drowning in traffic noise...
bright sky silhouettes
the evangelist's profile
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emasculated
by her 'ABC, follow me'
the first time
he shouts out
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Good Friday night…
a teenage girl in red
lies motionless
on the sidewalk
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3 am
I wake to a thump
in the attic
where ghosts of the past
...

her last question
'how can you make a life
out of mere words'
reverberates in the dark…
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attic window -
a few moonlit shadows
come and go
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moonlit branches...
glazed with autumn rain
droplets of me
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