Can’t you see I’m stalling,
underneath the kale moon pie?
Whereupon my chalk-lined rafters,
quake at the thunderous sight
of your Olympian strides–
This water crashes,
this dealer hides in a bottle,
parading in the stains of hoop revelations,
a champion rises
to eat the dawn
what early light
that puddles in mid-court,
neon blue of mascot tumblers
another dozen too soon–
I beach you
on the side of Caribbean hues.
– yiqi 11 june 2012 7:00 PM
