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Postcard to L #2

Folded hands beneath round table waiting for mahogany tea to steep

note silver rubber scalps and wrists tremble expiring moths, mulberry-scented grief,

creaking buses and rustling car-trains I dream of crouching giants, hidden rabbits

peeling signs and thread-like rain shuffling lines for steaming baskets

poplars bend with backs that bow cyclists thrum arterial streets

neon signs blink droning glow honeyed persimmon, rusted weep

retired city, release me with a sigh for my absent reticence, forgive

impatient to live, far the young fly I labor to return for love.

NCY 10.24 仁愛路, Taipei