by Piera Chen
Autumn skimmed the dew
off your words. They tumbled
into my lap like cherries.
I dared not pick them up
lest you think me rude.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Piera is a travel writer, editor and translator who divides her time among Hong Kong, Beijing, Vancouver and various exotic destinations, real and imagined.
Last updated April 09, 2015