- Taipa: aubade
a candle
then a bird for light
kettle up against my sun
the bright soaks us
from other days
as if the night were cracked
mere habit of haunting eyes
so
thoughtless clouds stick unintending
boats crossing too in their first clothes
pale water holding up the dawn
a bridge
the Bank of China
casts a glittering stripe
to bend the silver of my river
to take the wheel’s long bow