Clairvoyance
Gray is heaven
Gray is hell
Gray are human buildings
And gray are human beings
From behind all this ash gray
Flies a big black bird
Right into the history of white
Country Girl
Just you look at me, rapeflowers
Spreading to the borders of harvest
My palms gloved with calluses
My boots marked with seeds
Just you listen to me, bullfrogs
When they whistle to us aloud
My heart is full of songs
My mouth is full of silences
Just you flirt with my shadow, soils
Cast for the land to love
The wheat is ripe with musings
The fields are filled with me
Drawing Dragons
There was a contest
Once
For the most faithful representation
Of the Chinese dragon
At the foot of the Alps
An inflated Satan Or was Sua proper
Came to squat among
letters
Then stroke by stroke, again
It rose right
Upon Each slate of white
Mind
Just you look at me, rapeflowers
Spreading to the borders of harvest
My palms gloved with calluses
My boots marked with seeds
Just you listen to me, bullfrogs
When they whistle to us aloud
My heart is full of songs
My mouth is full of silences
Just you flirt with my shadow, soils
Cast for the land to love
The wheat is ripe with musings
The fields are filled with me
Drawing Dragons
There was a contest
Once
For the most faithful representation
Of the Chinese dragon
At the foot of the Alps
An inflated Satan Or was Sua proper
Came to squat among
letters
Then stroke by stroke, again
It rose right
Upon Each slate of white
Mind
Changming Yuan grew up in rural China and authored three books before immigrating to Canada. Currently Yuan teaches writing in Vancouver and has had poetry published or forthcoming in Barnwood, Drunken Boat, Exquisite Corpse, Iodine, Literary Review of Canada, London Magazine, Mad Bunkers, Salzburg Review, Sentence, Taj Mahal Review and over 100 other literary journals.
