Selections from Bellevue Literary Review, Fall 2003

Eight Feng Shui Postcards

A.V. Christie

All day with the remote
I move between birdsong
and surf, surf and birdsong

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The fishtank softly bubbles,
bringing its fortune. The wind goes
all angles against the house.

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The trees are hung with rain.

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We've too many windows to doors, that ratio,
too many voices and mouths open-
a constant arguing, drafts.

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I have forewarnings.
I have lemon rind.
I have the colors leaves turn.

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In the shine of my eye
I am the River Dragon's bride,
a slow walk into water

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How to place ourselves
in the shadows certain mountains cast,
their dialects of blessing.

How to bring river light somehow
through traffic and into our palms.

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Dear Master, I believe
we are looking for happiness.
Please to make the moments lead there.

Help our quiet hearts last
out their dynasties of suffering.