i have the same laugh as my dad
my daughter has noticed this
like the most editorially vexed volume
and its observations
and there's a knock on the door,
and there's a man in the park playing the erhu on
a bench by the pond
the pond of dreams and small morsels of bread for the mallards
the waiting, the twisted heart,
the nausea and difficulty concentrating
i approach the man playing the erhu
he doesn't speak english
i speak mandarin to him
and as we part,
i laugh in the same way my father always does
distinct, undivided, wholehearted.
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