Today's rain looks like the miniature shadows
of passerby at Shibuya's ant's intersection.
Another glance and they look like street vendors
setting stalls,
or busy running away
from the police in front of Taipei's Eslite bookstore.
Yesterday the rain would have only fallen down
but now I see them bouncing off the concrete in joy.
They chest bump each other
leaping from point A to point B
like factory workers they run to assemble
my thoughts. A vowel to the left
a constant to the right.
No, no, no, they say.
You need a metaphor somewhere.
Yes, yes, yes, they agree:
add an alliteration on top.
Either standing up or sitting down
each drop feels its calling and
moves to the pitter patter from the sky.
They are busy prepping because
today She has arrived.
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To My Poet Friend
Today I was feeling so stressed
but now I feel so happy
because my friend is writing poems again
the next big poet America will see
I love her
Because she is special
Not only to me
But to the world
Because she is the best poet I have ever met in my 28 years of life
and her poems are the best I have ever read
because it really makes me cry and really makes me smile
I love her
she is special irreplaceable and brave
She will live a different life
different than most of us
because she was born with another mission besides loving a man, having a family, giving birth to a child and touching a handful of hearts
she was born so she can write and touch millions of hearts in this world
She was born to be a successful influential poet
and she will be
Because she has a special heart
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