Acetaldehyde Dehydrogenase Deficiency

Corralled in the narrow alley
An incalculable mass of humanity
Drunkenly bumbles and stumbles along,
Skipping in hiccuping rhythm,
Belting (and belching) drinking songs,
With the flow of the fleshy river.

Little ribbons

The festival is over
The music’s faded for a while
But thirty thousand wrists
have a memory for a smile

Wildlife

Heading off to Wildlife
Across the old toll bridge
Right there on our doorstep
Such a special privilege