Thursday, March 4, 2010

poem




Like watercress, needing only
muddy stream and running water

Anywhere in the world we are casted
we survive and spread our propagation

But we sometimes end up
as ornaments on top of thin congee

Congee without much meat or seasoning
we of the Chinese Diaspora

Thin out and thin out more
like water itself, never to return...

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