Quang Vo V. Remembering Taipei 1
Remembering Taipei— how the cars’ exhaust hid my discreet stares.
Rain showers briefly blanketed our slender bodies.
Firefly girl with butterfly dreams— I weigh my luggage and leave you behind.
Thinking of home, I wonder where it lies? Among mirror strangers or foreign friends?
VI. Remembering Taipei 2
Tucked on the metro alone reading Pilgrims of the Clouds.
Dandelion faces in athletic wear decorate the turquoise seats.
A mother corrects her little boy innocent as water for talking too loud.
Suddenly, I miss the homeland sheltered in my mother’ s voice.
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