Ruler of Playgrounds, Past, Present, and Future, and La Vie en Vert
Before his passing, my grandpa Karr built a pagoda, where he and his friends from Singapore gathered and conversed.
We perched together, dug in roots that reached but did not intertwine for so long to each other
I lay, arms stretched in darkness, noon through the curtain call
One neighbor has come to me, swathed in her cloak and veil blue as the sea.