Khaki cuisine

 Written in Huizou, 90 minutes north of Hong Kong, in 2005.

A table full of khaki colored food

her eyes misinform

remain aloof

and my questions

of love, innocence

baby fish fall

weightlessly in smoggy air

 

Surrounded by storied masses

High into gray skies,

in a caged sanctuary

with one dying plant,

 tiny turtles

hump slow and long

sustained

in a green plastic bowl

with rocks

 

Contentment

For ones who live

In their shells.