Every morning I take the Metro
Down to the cement jungle
To hunt for the day's bread
With all other commuters
Dull, sleepy as I am
Until she steps into the bus
Her husband driving away
The sun starts to shine earlier
Into the dawn of the day
Her red vest over her white silk shirt
Her green blouse a well contoured landscape
And her well groomed hair of gold
Highlights a strikingly featured face
Her black silk-socked legs are as graceful
As the marble sculptures of ancient Greece
And her nose, slightly up-lifting
Features a live Norman Rockwell
At Dallas street she gets off the bus
And mingles into the traffic
Her red vest over her white shirt
Fades like a drifting petal
Everything is so right about her
This woman in red vest
I wonder why Creation has
Wasted time making others
Oh, bluebonnet
As the day's breaking
You greet the smiling sun
When I open my door
You smile to me too
And give me your smile
Like an angelic child
This is my new
Home in Texas land
And you are my first
Neighbor and friend
When I am lonely
And miss my home far
I hear you whisper
In every passing car
Wherever I go
From Houston to Waco
I see bluebonnets
Everywhere on the road
Whatever I am on
A bike or a train
I see bluebonnets
Fresh in cleansing rain
Gone are my sorrows
When bluebonnet grows
In early spring breeze
On the rolling meadows
Never lonely am I
In this heart of mine
When bluebonnet dwells
On my holy shrine
We went to the China Town
The same stuff in every American city
A cluster of food stores, book stores, video stores,
restaurants, activity centers and maybe
A Church of Buddhism
A cluster of memories of the world beyond
A cluster of the complex of assimilation resistance
A cluster of solitude seeking compensation
A scale of the dragon
Or a broken horn
Or a dangling piece of hair and nail
The common mainlander faces
The distant Taiwanese faces
The hard-to-describe local faces
The accent Americanized
The bilingualism
The code shifting in communication
Young pretty faces of women
Full breasts, smart body
Tight fit jeans
Gracefully driven car
And in every face
I see her
And wonder if she is also
A cluster of something
