Some New Themes To Write About Poem by Suki Nakamura

autumn, focus on the color of the leaves.
spring, (how i wish i can write some more
without the sad endings of
the petals wilting at the end?)

exotic places and men with blue eyes
and single moms
and priests with affairs on some
lonely asean women
and ordinary workers still searching
for their new homes
planning to marry someone not yet there

roads without names
names without significance like any jane or john doe
justice without peace
and peace without money

little footsteps on the ice
a sinking ship and some stories of survivors

well, myriad things drowning me and leaving me
without a significant choice

i will come back to myself, i will begin again
writing about you.

which is much like about me too. who can ever write something
coming from thin air?

will you? I won't, there will be no truth in it and it will not be beautiful to read.