by Sam Dixon
At the edge of a koi pond in Taipei
I am sitting on a large rock
staring at what lurks in calm water,
only a mother and child are across the way,
chatting on their rocks
pulling pellets from my pocket
I toss one into the pond
several koi levitate to the surface
their brilliant orange patterns as if painted on with Day-Glo
the most agile snaps up the morsel
so I pelt the ripples with more
when a hundred dazzling fish materialize
as the peace becomes a frenzy.
Leaning over, a flowering plum tree
blushes fragrant in a breeze,
it releases a succession of blossoms
the beauty of petals
fluttering like Taiwanese girls,
some of the flowers land simply on stone
some reach the pond to float among the grandiloquence.
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