This election feels like Halloween
to some is fun...

Dark night
where the moon often hides amidst the clouds...

blankets on the floor
some pillows falling off the bed...

darn
everyone wants the truth...

When empty
it means there’s nothing...

When I think of you
I see stars, a river, and a boat...

a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...

So far, I’ve written some poems for you
some about love...

Someone once asked, why do you write?
I replied, “because I need to let it out...

Just now,
I read, “at least we are under the same sky...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...