moonrise over the eastern foothills
a landscape with cataract-depleted division
a green mausoleum factory building
up steppes of rice-belly cemetery plots
a bare-footed hobo walking the Han dyke ledge
with a different concept of space
two feet from my face
nothing in front looks American
the moon, the boulders, the bleached river bed
even the trees the water Taiwanese
only behind is America heard and seen
the creepy bronze poodles
the motorcycle engine scream
the Mactech company with parking lot employees
the wire fences
with jogging joggers jogging by
soon it will be night when cataracts close their eyes
the sky will look clean as all dreams choose to be
the round moon Jackie Gleason saying
"Norton, one of these days..."
as egrets, larks, and sparrows head to their nests
the night behind becomes blinking neon
piercing closed-eyed Taiwanese victims too soon
11-17-13
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