slithering out of a dirty Brooklyn cocoon

slithering out of a dirty Brooklyn cocoon
the Han River still flows strong in Taichung
stayed inside and drew the blinds in Brooklyn
with mushy carpet, toochie odors
but egrets still fly over the Han
horn-honking New York, get outta the way
while egrets alight on the boulders of the Han
know-it-all, told you so New York
as an egret catches fish in the Han
broken Sheepshead bridges, flooded Battery tunnels
but egrets sing: touch the earth, see the sun
till Brooklyn basement no longer offends my nose
mountains of Tan-zih, bold and green hum on
till the silence of a false friend haunts me no more
false pride, no more.
the yankees, gone!
derek jeter drenched  in sewerage.
Taichung drenched in sunshine.
11-24-12