A Poem by Christine Shan Shan Hou

Today   We made collages Orchid hats with little plum mouths Waxy arms bending towards hips Dancers in wide white pants Gallantly walking towards the park My memories of summer unwinding Meticulous spinning Cayuga Way, Keats Road… Driving from one dead person to another The circle rotating, creating an endless blue vacuum Is it a secret hiding place? What is there under your wallpaper? A … Continue reading A Poem by Christine Shan Shan Hou