for My Mother and Li Po
Alone on the other side of the Pacific shore. The setting sun shoots oranges and reds across the water as two seagulls glide by.
The rhythm of the waves is relentlessly hypnotic… I pack it into a capsule to swallow at night.
do Mother and I live
under the same moon
Published in Multiverses, 1, June 2012
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