Spirals form on a glassy green
Willows dip beneath the sea
And the dragonfly hums for me
The dry air cracks my hands and heels
Sun is hotter than what’s ideal
But the marble pagoda cools me
The voice of my mother whispers near
Birds chatter without fear
And the rustling wind settles me
Sweet lemonade and dusty moon cakes
Shrimp egg rolls, their greasy flakes
The sweet cookies she makes for me
The water lilies cared for so well
Jasmine from the teakettle
And the fresh breeze from the sea
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