Monthly Archives: March 2018

Thoughts about her death (for Lan)

You left me
in the midst of my dismay.

You lay there
your eyes seemingly focused
on a shadow on the ceiling,
your lips poised
as if to speak.

Strangely I recalled then
the first time I saw you.
You appeared out of nowhere
in your white ‘ao dai’.

I thought She’s the one…

Much later we lay one night
side by side and you told me
about the first time you saw me
sitting at the table smiling.
You said you thought He’s the one…

The orchid plant stands
in diffused sunlight
on the kitchen table.
Four once unopened buds
have blossomed now to join
the others in their beauty.

When will this plant go dormant?
When shall I, to go join you,
and leave them all
in their dismay?

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2018