Spring
Fists unclench rare worlds
The resting heads of elders
Sucking rocks and ferns
Cleanse
Interior mouth
kingdom, accumulation
tastes of lemon trees
Pelvis
Between your legs a
fruit bowl suggests the future
uninhabited
Rural Pleasures
Thin green ribbons tied
around gnarled tree trunks, young tongues
licking village winds
Pause
Inside a city
there will always be spaces
to breathe in between
Premonition
Pink saint harbinger
Ornamental galaxies
Devour dynasties
Baby Geometry
Flat bottomless tree
swallows everything in sight
Indigestibles!
To Do
Make toast for a tree
Sleep one thousand years, delay
gratification
SAD
Autumn leaves stagger
amongst midnight, weeping trees
sleep unevenly
Christine Shan Shan Hou is a poet and artist based in Brooklyn, NY. Publications include Community Garden for Lonely Girls (Gramma Poetry 2017) and "I'm Sunlight" (The Song Cave 2016).
christinehou.com