Dear reckless, you always forgot your umbrella
Wrapping hands inside your wet coat, waving to stop a yellow cab
Don’t fight the East Coast wind; you can’t
Let today be rain
Must give someone else’s day a bless
An America’s favorite Frenchman now a wet street somewhere downtown
O, Lafayette! Lafayette!
The hero of the two worlds, I recall his fight for the unborn
I, too, want to repeat history but stumbled upon my insecurity
Earth keep moving, at 2 a.m. days and nights tick-tocking – intertwining
Tell me how a transition does to reveal your flaw
A mediocre stamp to your unworthy non-existence
How a soul not bleed, having loved by many but left them behind easy
Wouldn’t you want to be low grounded and laid, just all?
For month has changed and half-year goes by
When winter ends, a daughter lost her father
Long before she know her road is steeply rise
Thousand butterflies floats above the tranquil strawberry field
She heard John Lennon from the Central Park circular bronze plaque
"Imagine if there is no me"
Count up to one two three
Scrolling down my phone, forget to pay a bill and whisper
“How are you, Pa?”
Words are loose, and wishes are mud thick
Pa, I wish we share the same poem...
So I’m taking this bus from Harlem
Reminiscing Manhattan, a tale of unfinished stories
A stranger with gray hair asks, how is your country?
I said fine; there you can eye wide ocean from the top of the mountain
Sun shines to the abundance, the yellow rice-paddies, and the villager's hats
That once my home, my precious root
But one thing missing yet is for you to be understood
That’s how I moved, yeah, that’s why I moved
I walk again
Round and round, heading to the late cherry blossom somewhere in Brooklyn
Long ago I knew a person who wants the same thing
To be loved, to be spoiled,
and shamefully frazzled by the April fool.
SA – New York, 2 April 2017