Tuesday, July 26, 2016


My father first met Li Po
On a warm evening in 1946
Brooklyn College.
Li Po was urging his shadow
To dance and the moon
To drink some wine
From a clay jug.

They next met in 1961
On a subway train.
My father was going
To his night job.
Li Po spoke of a woman
Whose husband died
Defending the
Jade Pass.

Somehow, by 1985
They'd become inseparable
At times they made do
With one tall shadow
Between the two of them.

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