“The Vanishing Moon”— a detective story I’m writing
In a dream about a place I can only remember—
doppelganger lamplight reflected in hotel room window.
The rain comes down & the day goes on. She’s unhappy as the wind.
Maybe the change will do her good. The surf-light on the waves.
Life is death. Everyone forgotten. Today we’ll see.
A man is willing to think it’s life where is it?
There were times another shared just for the night.
This was his last ride. The world isn’t enough.
Tragedy is a way of life
Some people wanted to tell him. In the dawn
On the waves walking back up the beach. He wants
to live a compassionate life. Unfortunately
others see things differently. One can see the world
there. And the secret life? You could see. The airport sees.
The walls—this is Taipei. The time-workers have landed.
Picture of her in his mind. Café moon in the beautiful summer.
The early deliveries. The morning blue light. The airport had gotten him there.
Some people love forever. Some by chance.
You look back
Everything at hand
What a night to be happy!