!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>A Faded Postcard is a Tanka Daydream by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>A Faded Postcard is a Tanka Daydream/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p>but of the firewalkerbr /> of his frame, a rush of flame/p> p>look at both faces, closed eyes/p> p>this, what you were born intobr /> to grasp, that expectationbr /> a forward hesitation –/p> p>to love only oncebr /> to endure, outlast these worldsbr /> a lowing, literal love/p> p>not the bitter deathsong endsbr /> not the judging eyes/p> p>a milk bath beforebr /> fresh plate of malai kofta/p> p>look at the firewalker –/p> p>dusted feet and flake, embersbr /> as windblown, the water oakbr /> next to the winged spindle tree /p> br> /body> /html>
