You are supposed to buy roses
in such a pink atmosphere,
as if they flourish only for us.
The store owner, busy with
hands out plastic wrapping.
With this little fortune,
I hold the roses’ destiny;
when the day passes,
who else will care for their petals paling
Poem from “Wings Toward Sunlight” (Mosaic Press 2011)
in 2010 my love poems in Chinese 情人节