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
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
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