Lost Child, Red Grace Shieh
There used to be a calendar we’d follow In little red ink, italicized Festivals marked
With seasons and weather There’s a saying-
Never put your blankets away
Until the Dragon Boat Festival
When summer will finally come These red markings bear A tradition of knowledge An invisible child
The family tends and grooms Today, a week before the Dragon Boat Festival Our blankets are long gone The AC roaring on
With a couple of taps
I unlocked a weather app The typhoon is late
It’s snowing in April Instead of planning the seasons We count our days
Today, tomorrow- the twenty-four-hour forecast
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