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Amber Xu
Poetry, Don’t Give Me Happiness
I beg and dip my brush into the green bucket, across from your palette
which would soon herald a proud creation only to thine eyes.
Is this what your soul is made of? Star stuff of pale green and orange
blush drifting through the rivers, algae dissolving into wisped strands
at the slightest touch.
We search for solace in the otters sleeping in the milky way, paws
entwined against the water flow. Urchins and clams cannot make
them let go, and they are forever safe among the kelp. Yet the stars
approach the cape’s edge and soar out one by one, unfettered.
Why do you give me hope, and make me believe, that I may one day
fly just as high? I’ll be damned if I ever admit that I would cross
the Moheyanqi, let the grains pierce my shoes, digging between
my toes.
But there is solace here, so let it all fall away in the quiet oasis
before there is a whirl of wind, and I look back briefly
to see your smiling face
Bio: Amber Xu is a Chinese-American writer from Ann Arbor, Michigan. She began writing ever since she experienced the thrill of a well-crafted story, and immediately thought: "I want to write a story, too." Thus started her journey with novellas and chapter books, and she's starting to dip her feet into poetry and prose! At home, she is the owner of two wonderful stress relievers also known as cats.
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