from Tiananmen Sonnets
Flight attendants are kind
to the Chinese baby
wrapped in petroleum fleece
(Tragedy or a lamb)
Goodbye to cow country,
the green peaches kissed
by immortal blush — fragrant new century
teasing you from behind white clouds
Just down below some protestors disappear
during beverage service, gone so soon
whispered in a hush
Not life but deathlessness
Stones in a river
River mapping white palms