Giuliano

Memories are indelible, but can be shaken—much like faith,
But less sure of itself; or even eaten—if you are hungry enough

To consume the supporting pillars of your past—
To keep a modest rapport the same way

The new shop owner would build a Vietnamese rice noodle diner
Over the old café, where we used to talk about poetry

So many years ago. Now the paper serviettes are still there.
The logo survived, only flipped over (for pride),

Leaving a pale display of the details
Behind one uncertain afternoon, where over the stilling rain
The sun also bloomed.

Dale Chou
2012-12-30