Sunlight hitting
The curtain in a falling
Angle lighting the room
Glowing in soft comfort
To those convalescing inside.
Sunlight hitting
The curtain in a falling
Angle lighting the room
Glowing in soft comfort
To those convalescing inside.
Getting a college education to get a better job
Is like opening the curtains in a dark room
Only to be blinded.
The tree must have quest
To find out that going down through my feet,
A curtain open in the wings.
Rather, I opened the curtains stage
Left and the stage hands over
Here canvased the trees.
A beautifully decorated children’s
Choir of storm arose.
We have been full
Of them, felt curtains rooted down
In the communicating corner.
The cold I thought,
Was masquerading as grapefruit.
Many trays of lime juice and salt
People see in his unfinished work were
Directed with an upturned plastic cup.
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stories about English language and people in Asian communities in America and in Asia.