— li ying
no sparkles dot the rippling waves
is it to hide
the shadows of the benign magician
who rules this Homeric island?
bells and sirens are stories of another sea
something muffles all voices
could it be the air
translucent, sweet jelly on her dinner table?
somewhere in soup euphoric
mah-jong tiles clack the camphor-framed clock
are those her eyes talking in silence
electric candles flicker on the altar?
a traveler strolls out of Lord Stow’s Cafe
he wishes for some serendipity in deep woods
will he wander into her water mansion
house of captives and treacherous love?