Chen-ou Liu, CA





two sparrows
the temple steps lit
by the spring sun



spring breeze
through the maple tree
mom's lullaby



a girl in black
draws a heart in the sand
waves rolling in and out...



her parting words
floating on a lotus leaf
spring dewdrops



the bride hides
her pricked finger:
blood stained sheets



her plane to Japan
leaves the long white trail
a drifting leaf



first day of class
a kite dream drifting
out the window



jump rope's spinning ring
one by one red leaves
falling in



by the wall of snow
two barking pugs



a bat banging
against the attic window
Eric, my name now





Is this a senryu?
what remains of vague stares
into space



steaming bacon
is a calorie just
a calorie?



verse by verse
his sermon draws me closer
to his wife's shoulder



from the podium
the first verse line rolls out

buzz of conversation



bathed in moonlight
my mother-in-law's face turns
to my friend



breezy Sunday
a nun gives her cross
to a beggar



she smiles
a Mona Lisa smile

the man behind me



Dyke March
a soft smile on her lips
as her eyes meet his



I Do...
the best man's wife



New Year's Eve
he works overtime
with the intern





the stucco house
behind rusty wrought iron—
winter rain
drizzles on a faded sign
Don't move, improve



by the rosebush
a girl found with dried blood
on her legs. . .
those words buried deep
in the shadows of our minds



such a buzz
at the poetry reading...
I come back
to my attic room
knee-walking drunk



the train whistle
echoing in the distance
the Stars and Stripes
flapping in the wind…
the lost look in her eyes



hanging from the roof
the moonlight...
that summer in her eyes



a Buddha
stands outside a shelter
for the homeless
in his hands
snowflakes and one coin



at the dragon tattoo
in her cleavage...I brave
the cold on New Year's morning



my love tanka
is already one-week old
70 drafts
in the making...
the wind moans in the night



Father, I've sinned:
she barged into my heart
without notice
declaring the supremacy
that only Mother should have



the priest repeats
Marriage is a sacred vow
once again
I look at his wife
then turn to her godson


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