Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
for the constants of hokku
today big credo
not this leaf moment, white, washed
out, fragment visit
not the eclipse, pitch, pivot
when you look away, thistlepD
not this, modern rust
avenue talk to built crowd
loud and backed and stone
alone, ice, gin, eyes, ajar
pebble in paper, cupboard
not that, still life, sink
you in slip of pink, above
this ribbon city
but for memory, not now
cerise, kitchen, tile, dislodged
but today, return
unsaid the misshaping red
not landlocked and lips
are the whole pictures spinning?
prolix yet moving items
* This poem first appeared in the journal, "Scholars and Rogues".
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