I celebrate you every line gone crossed and all the eyes that get their dots I celebrate you every page post it and drawing letter jots I celebrate you every plot planted and roots grounded and bent I celebrate you every watch unlost and time well spent
My mom on a metro in Beijing. The only other time I’ve been on a metro with my mom was in Madrid.
I didn’t use punctuation in the poem because I hope the reader enjoys finding the meter in the syntax and rhyme. There might be some bumps or jolts along the way, and that makes sense for a train ride.
If you’re in the LA area, cruise to the closing reception of my solo show in Little Tokyo:
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