the rippling wind that scatters blues away

the rippling wind that scatters blues away

when the weather becomes cool in Taiwan

as an egret drops a  wet vapor trail 

yonder freight train of clouds
 southbound down the strait

with  dust from a Chinese factory

leaves breath to cleanse Taichung

too bright for sunglasses

brisk for a sweatshirt over shorts

hold on to  your hat of Brooklyn nets

like a dream catcher filtering impurities

from a whirlwind tour of insecurities

dribbling beetle nut juices on the court

glistening red angels of panic

pushing me home without pedaling

in sync with nature’s meddling

further closure with its settling

November 18, 2017

a tropical autumn sun gleams

a tropical autumn sun gleams

from an iridescent sky

over freshly sheared rice paddy lines

of embedded bunches of amber straw

left after the rice harvester 

picked lingeringly clean by pigeons 

as a golden bantam rooster crows nearby

chicks and hens strutting across the path

the air growing cooler as they grow older

and still paying no attention to humans 

one of whom is on the bench

looking dead but only sleeping

awakened indiscriminately

as the suns in the hazy sky floats down

its lowering rays dip into my eyes

my bicycle wheels start leaving

with the head i am turning 

November 15, 2017