Tai-verberations
creep by our feet—then move on.
III. Water calligraphy
A sandstone slab,
some trickling water,
a brush for two.
Six characters
we wrote—
not knowing why
lay side-by-side.
Evening strips away
another afternoon.
You turn,
I set the brush to rest,
and our characters
harden back to stone.
IV. Walking through Chia Nan University
Now all the mirroring waters
above Chia Nan
turn milky dark
and yet I see you
beautifully empty
like plum blossoms colored by the moon.
You know that mirror flowers never bloom—
but softly knock on my door
and I promise to reply.
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