Umbrellaless on a Typhoon Night

Who put beads into our hair?

The mating termites danced
feverish rituals and found

some place to fall


In yellow light we made

peace with the simple course of love,
chrysanthemum leaves in puddles,

not going anywhere we were

a photo of Marco Yan

About the Author

Marco Yan was born and raised in Hong Kong and is currently a M.F.A. candidate at the University of Hong Kong. He understands the city through writing lines after lines of words.