Cordially Return Poem by Antonio Liao

look up my teary eyes, the ground
is almost full of the trail, dismay
hold on to stay

look up that empty well, surrounded with
fancy, its hook is ready call, come
little lady your attire is dusty

look up in many ways, the ring swing
like golden puppy, blind to see of
what is shiny; so tiny that nobody can
say

look up dear darling you might be
blind and my tender love will stop you
to play

look up tender groom dream boy,
paddle your own canoe,
and whisper the night of blooming light
of tomorrow's glow

feel the pain...