The deliverance
—dedicated to S

The agents did not deliver. Cold breeze and
Beating rain of the early spring—fickle elements;
Lost my message
    Amidst the twilight of yesternight—

    And a few more hours
Have I still to wait. I should
Be anxious—young master of unreliable devices:
Awkward as a rabbit; yearning for a reply
Of a failed delivery.

Colder still is today. Most suitable
For the deaf: the wind has clouded everything (as I
Beat and beat my heart apace
Until it rained again).

Dale Chou
2006-03-02