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Summer 1996 • Vol. XVIII No. 3/4 • Poetry |

We

from the Chinese.  

are struck with panic 
and hold lanterns to pursue Spring 
  
scars gleam, cups revolve 
rays of light are created 
see that charming moment: 
some thief sneaked into a post office 
letters issued forth a cry 
  
nail oh nail 
the lyrics are unchangeable 
firewood in tight embrace 
looks for an audience 
  
heart in search of winter 
at the river's end 
a boatman awaits the evening's vastness 
  
someone must be rewriting love

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