Chen-ou Liu

I Become the One Who Forgets His Dream Song
For John Berryman

solstice . . .
counting snowflakes
on the window

There are two voices fighting for the control of my mind. One says, "Just keep writing," and I ask, "writing for whom?" The other whispers in the dark, "for the dead whom you did love."

first light . . .
my copy of The Middle Way
dog-eared

I start to spin the poems of darkness out of falling snow.