Saturday, November 10, 2007
Open the red box, Love,
And savor the oven-fresh aroma
Of each hopia.
Pick one and feel its paper-thin wrap
Crumble at your slightest touch.
As the remaining mooncakes slant domino-style,
Munch on your flaky piece,
Relishing the sweet mongo filling
In your tongue.
Sense your mouth watering for more
To delight your tastebuds.
Your mother was right
About this product of your hometown:
The world is about this plump roundness
And nothing else besides.
It takes after that pale light in the night sky
But see how many suns it can eclipse
Each time the chewy dough
Reveals its creamy mungbean.
One crunch, and the flavorful mooncake
Can please a multitude’s cravings.