Air gyres crowd into the boy
As he dashes through the clouds of hope
Surfing on a wish
He descends to the touchy ocean
A salty breeze gushes from underneath
A spring of refreshing motivation
The flaring sun eagerly follows him like a bright shadow
Intimidating mountains forcibly rise, but are capped
From the serene, misty horizon
Where a bleached bird loudly flaps its wings away
Upgrading his life board,
With exhilarating dreams
As he dashes through the clouds of hope
Chasing the Pacific Star.
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In Life as in Love We Must
Assist as we
Insist, persist or resist
To subsist
My Assets
I don’t own the sun, but I
Have plenty of sun light
I don’t own the sky, but
I enjoy all the free air
I don’t own the morning
But I cherish a lot of hope
I don’t own the language, but
I am entitled to every word
I don’t own autumn, but
I can get a good harvest
Drink Water in Wilderness
As I approach the pond
More vigilantly
Than an antelope
On African savanna
My entire being is
Swallowed up inside out
By a crocodile in ambush
Before I was able to kiss
The water with my mouth
& soul, both dying of thirst
Bionote
Allen Yuan, author of Traffic Light, is a 2-time Pushcart and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. A co-editor of Poetry Pacific, Allen currently works as a financial analyst in Vancouver. Since grade 10, Allen has had poetry appear in more than 70 literary publications across 16 countries, which include Cordite Poetry Review, Literary Review of Canada, Poetry Scotland, Shampoo and Spillway.
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