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Pipe Dreams

Pipe Dreams

Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self, 
I have lain in wait for Asia with claw, and horn.

Linked-locks and keys have spined beneath my hand
upon the tourist’s rails of China’s Great Wall where 
builder’s bones rattle for redress upon the wind.

It is not China’s Long but Ryu ’s heart which pounds.
This was no place, no place for me. 

Paper boats zhezhi have blessed my dreams. The 
Divine Wind eases my way across a sea of longing
to Nippon. My two-chambered
heart can have but one loyalty—

I say no to the soldiers, 
strident in beige and red—
Senkaku’s waves buoy me. 

Buddhist temples waver mirage-like in 
a gray-white haze of frankincense, the scent
of ever after, lays about me.

For links of love and family, are stronger, 
than those of coercion and the gun—I will 
island shelter—refine remnants—separate myself
from clay become porcelain—
beneath tori arches; I walk.

A stream in Kyoto 
a bronze statue of a ballerina
dancing on point 

within a circle
of gnats—

First Published in the Spring of 2017 by Illumen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/5/2019 4:23:00 AM
Add me to The Dreamers of Xanadu. With eyes (three); inscrutably yours- ;-)
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Date: 2/9/2019 2:10:00 PM
Oh, I love this; it's so vibrant in image; well done.
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 2/9/2019 5:30:00 PM
How sweet of you M. L.
Date: 10/24/2018 9:23:00 PM
Yaay, Debbie's back in the loop, and in fine style. I love this, well woven and textured, worth many rereads. A fave for me, thanks. Viv x
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