Two poems by Tse Hao Guang
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East Coast Park
Sand bar thins.
Half-wild, half-white dogs
root in tins.
Shell dust
in crab holes. Last
month’s newspapers.
Wrinkled black
in the wind, men
reel mystical fish.
Reduce family
of six to a tent.
Sweet meat smoke.
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