the gingko tree

In the swell of the summer heat,

A gingko tree stands.

The pattering of small feet and elated laughter

Misspelled 3 letter words and spilled apple juice.

Winter comes,

Guidance morphs to frustration

Strained hands scratch into its bark

Dismantling its roots.

With streaks of blood-red love and misplaced obligation,

The gingko tree stands.

Hopeful faces come and go

Seeking solace on patchy grass,

Linked arms and joined hands

Tinkling of bells on their bikes fade into the distance from where

The gingko tree stands.

A man lingers underneath it—

One who is lonely as well.

Frost melts off golden leaves,

A spring creek rushes by in a flurry of passion

Under the bliss of idiotic grins and discussions over tea,

The gingko tree stands.

But the ever-moving is ever-moving.

The usual radiance of its petals has dulled

And its beauty has ebbed away.

It’s branches trembling with the weight of an unsteady heart,

The gingko tree stands,

No longer waiting.

Pai Sinpatanasakul

other poetry

A correct way to look at a sculpture - yvette shu
Desperation of the night - britney lu
dreaming of rainy day phonecalls - sophia ma
going home - emma liu
masterpiece (a message to the critic) - Caitlin Delgado
so can you say it - santino llorens
so we danced - emma liu
the “death“ of a black “man” - Santino llorens
HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA -GREEN TEA
the hunger of the ground - santino llorens
then I saw a wonder - dr. cantwell
this is not a quiet voice - priscilla centeno
times gone by - Vienna (Jackie Shugert)
WE WERE PROMISED GREATNESS - 光头强
you remind me of a jazz song - kenny clay