Ha – La – Li

(LoveSuicide for A-Dong)

‘And over Li Chiang, the snow range is turquoise

Rock’s world that he saved us for memory  

                  a thin trace in high air…’    – Ezra Pound


Cold fingers sketch the mist,

your outline


through dawn’s paper napkin.


I follow you under rose-boughs



++++++this cobble-road –

a sleeping scar in our giant’s backbone

that feathers ghosts


snow-peached skin.


I cup your hands at the crest,

cradling them to me

++++++before leaping


and our eyes


++++++++++++++into the air.


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