Remembrance

As growth gives way to aging
And pavement rakes the back
Of a bag flat with deflated cares,
I ask why they say it's sacred,
This ancient one-way parade.

Who would wait for a star to expand,
To replace the faded blaze of
An antique lamp?
It is wasted faith,
Wading through a lake of patience
Only to find
A maze at its edge.

A can rattles by,
Racing fast the other way.
Its painful clatter gradually fades,
And the echoes tap at my back
Like light metallic rain.

Chia-Hao La

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