a stray typhoon cloud inches its shadow
onto a mountain o'er the river
translucent moon comes soon overcome
in daylight butterfly blue crystal wings
the sun setting on my western shoulder
whipped counterclockwise towards Japan
rolling over the Marco Polo Bridge
from oil rigs off the coast of Vietnam
two Chinas agreeing without question
the typhoon's headed in the right direction
as the Taiwanese do as they please
rain smashed winds blow heavily northeasterly
farther and farther from an orphan's homeland
i am happily left alone on the Han
to stay squarely in a beautiful island day
7-8-14
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