the night
shimmers on fresh snow ...
a frown
wrinkles my forehead
in the bedroom window
The German Shepherd claims, "The old map of Taiwan on the wall shows where his heart lies."
"But not his mind. He reads and writes English daily," comes a rebuttal from the dog-eared Chinese-English dictionary on the coffee-stained desk.
With scarcely a moment's pause for reflection, the jar of salted bamboo shoots joins the discussion. "I think everything in his life is going okay ... except for the food. He can't stand Canadian food!"
the stillness
of another morning
new layer
upon layer of snow
buries my immigrant past
Ribbons, 17:2, 2021
