ARLENE ANG

sun salutation


morning settles
in my hands

gold-leafed plate
I quickly break

on a landscape
of dirt-sawed tiles

drought is
shattered porcelain

gleaming white
of bone

afternoon broom
hurries away

death that lingers
in dust

hanging from
a noose of light
2003 Arlene Ang

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