Shih-Fang Wang

The Last Smile     

In a war-torn city

a long line of people 

awaited food 

A young boy’s turn finally arrived 

with a radiant smile 

he kissed the helper’s hand 

his joy spilled over into the crowd 

For just a moment

his world seemed perfect

but then exploded

a bomb dropped down

engulfing everyone

Still clutching the bread in his hands  

he never had the chance to eat  

Drunk

Oh, the evening breeze— 

Is like sweet wine,                   

So intoxicating 

I cannot resist it

My senses drink it in            

I feel entranced,                    

I see two moons in the sky

beckoning me to dance

I wish they could come down          

And accompany me                      

for another drink