Ten Cherita by ai li

old woman at the door

collecting for
hungry ghosts

the shroud
she wears
for shawl

_________

black limo on a wet day

passing
the empty florist

colours
deepening
on stone

___________

christmas eve…

the presents wrapped
a cup of camomile tea

anonymous call
your eyes
avoiding mine

__________

a passing phase…

the drawers full
of lingerie

he orders
by phone
asking for black lace

__________

tiara in a pawn shop

the missing ticket
with the sacked companion

autumn dusk
she sits in a ballgown
fraying at the hem

_________

the hush in a library

a fly
on the woman’s nose

to sneeze
or not
to sneeze

_________

gemstone on her fat finger

the colour of
dark ocean

her face
in the obituary column
lost at sea

_________

4 pm

a cuckoo clock
bringing forest into afternoon

the crumbs i leave
sitting on
their own shadows

________

missing child on a sunday morning

the priest
finds a clean frock to visit in

shadowed path
the broken doll
no one sees

_________

another rainbow

this one is quiet
for the hospice

the face
at the window
already not there

© 2002 by ai li

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