if posthumous fame is a wooden spoon
still I chant her name and see Flaming June

with her too late and far too soon
a few women now know I love the moon

I drive at night to Dylan tunes
throwout ******* Trump and his goons

still remember those true Taipei typhoons
and seeing Sweden’s Viking runes

took a world history class from Dr. Yoon
nearing 50, now past high noon

pray to plant mustard seeds
before I meet my doom