Han River Poems : Sitting on the last river bench

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Where the outlook has not changed

I can see the majestic mountains

Through the shrouding smog

I can have moments of silence

Before the traffic light upstream turns green

I can see those little white butterflies

Pairing up over the gorge

And parting overgrowth yielding to

prancing Taiwanese strays

Expanding Taichung around the bend

Highways and byways of insincere friends

Coming and going at irregular intervals

Clearing gray skies for graceful egrets

Swooping from the rising smoke

Of incense sensors burning shrubs

What makes no sense at all

Insensitive, tentative; not what it means

So return have I to the last scenic bench

To resume my real life permanent dream

January 31, 2019

Han River Poems