E A S T

December 16, 2015

Maybe there’d be no way/ I could pay the cost/

Of  her  loss.

Far from that regular regret/

I’d be sure to be insular

Damned with that debt

Of  her  loss.

.

Waking away from that fast break, not

Scraping out that last brick (at last), not (at least)

Escaping, sky free,  to flee East.

.

I bet I’d get her a pagoda.

 

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(image: “Porcelain Pagoda”, Bertha Lum, 1936)

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