Fong Sam on the Other Side of the
PACIFIC ATHLETIC CLUB
as the seagulls circle the beach
the water washes up on the sand
erasing footprints but not memory or sorrow
and the waves beat against the rocks
like a wet crying towel
while the surfers are trying to catch
the next wave or the next break
or the next something;
inside the salsa class
has long gone and is taking time
away from the Tai Chi class --
everybody wants more than what is given --
and the Tai Chi ladies go to
complain to something that resembles
a person with eyes, nose, mouth
and the complaints go through one deaf ear
and out the other
as apathy claims too many souls
as the seagulls continue to circle
as the waves continue to rage.
© Copyright Fong Sam 2002