Imaging Hangzhou and Images of the West Lake

1.  “my eyes were in flow”

my eyes were in flow

consciously

if i couldnt catch a boat

a purple bird dived into the shadow

lurking with a lotus scent

when the east bank reached

oh i reached the east bank

with a stone boat

unconsciously

or with my feet felt in mud

could i tell if it was or not

 the fragrance

from the central park of newyork

with a boat made of stone

jogging

across a green line of the paved road

leading to

my office with a full-round window

a tiny sorrow

with a baked breakfast

plus a diet coke

when i was running into

a famous poets widow

remembering a love letter

he said he wrote

not the color or the word

an american azalea cant be an image

of a chinese little bird

until

back to the West Lake

in hangzhou

2.  “a chinese Shakespeare in pain”

the west lake im drawing flows your color and song

the west lake im floating on hides your cloth and dream

the west lake im thinking of reflects your blinks and sighs

the west lake im writing about images your love and heaven

the west lake iv ever known bears a sign at the cross

that includes you and towards a Shakespeare in pain

the west lake iv ever known directs my home

far away but always in a flying soul

go to the west and back to the east

this is your naked water and your natural world