Walking in a World Where We Are Sometimes Loved

---------A wind blows news the sunlight
has yellowed across the street.
---------We walk into a forest
-----------------and are lost. Either our cries
---------are heard or we bury ourselves
without God. This morning
---------was no different: new leaves
-----------------on the ground, a storm pouring
---------in through windows of that room
where we made love, thundering
---------doves flying out of our mouths.


by Timothy Liu