Coming back
late, from Jusco
with some bacon
and sweet Thai chili sauce
for the BLT,
my taxi-driver took me
for a ride
through the
“city at night, city at night.”
At Tong Xin Nan
I paid up, got out,
left the door
ajar.
That siji seemed a little negative,
I thought,
judging by what words chased me
down the street,
him having to get out his door
and slam shut another,
but I have learned:
“reversal is when the Dao moves,”
so I gave it a nudge.
Chris L. Taylor
