Hockey is being played either we are here or not.
we chant and scream the name of the captain, as if
our mothers are pushing and having us born again on a plane
heading to the west coast.
Skillful players make walls of gold nuggets a season,
and they sail boats in the off-season, accompanied
by those cute girls. He shots and he scores!
As the black puck slithers upon the ice and passes
Beyond the goal line, we celebrate with our hands in the air.
We are fathers now, but the referees ruled "no goal" for
the color of the puck is brown. This was what the immigration
officers whispered into our ears as well, "the color of your eye
Is brown," and to be honest with you, it's okay as long as our hair
is black. A full moon hung high in the sky.
as we trail the silvery reflection of the steel rails with our frozen hands
listening to the howling train --
Howling train / beyond the lofty cliff / two lines of Canadian geese / flying east
we can't swim across the Pacific Ocean / neither can the train
As I stare at the nightly sky, smoke billows from the chimney.
and this white guy, George, is my neighbor. Looks like he is making