a contrapuntal poem dedicated to my family
| in china, | a farmer sows | |
| a mountain filled with | ambitious wishes of | |
| jade rings and lush, | velvet beds sailing | |
| blessings | to new york. | |
| american | hands catch | |
| dreams of | wind-billowed | |
| suburban rooftops becoming | tulips within | |
| a sea of aligned stars— | a hopeful harvest. | |