We're incognito,
two pigeons
rambling Chinatown

together
amongst the movers
and shakers

of Kimlau
Square. Headlong into
the crowded

intersection, you
and I sail
across the concrete.

The flying
circus of Asian
carp in full

swing, floods the city's
sidewalks, as
the plum rain season

arrives, breaking the
heat wave on
your white summer dress.

On that high
noon, we exchanged pet
names, became

pen pals, and later
you kissed me
at the brasserie

over drinks,
out of love and I
got the drift.