Samhain
The day brighter than a grin
Door open the tree outside
Leaves still green. I put out food,
Bamboo shoots, wanton soup, wet
Noodles, all steaming hot. And
Of course, dried chilli flakes. Hot too!
All your favourites. On
A special table sponged and ringed with light -
The Asia of our beginnings, wild rice of youth
I'll listen, dwell awhile,then let dusk take us
Each to where we belong,
Here, there, in-between.
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