When I was but a wee child,
two or three or more,
I dreamed that I could fly like a butterfly.
Over the mountains,
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I caught but a glimpse of her pale moonlike face.
She was wearing a yellow sweater with white lace.
Standing on tiptoes, peering over the edge, I
wondered, how cold was it, six feet below?
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Medical centers are anxious places, moments
when panicking hearts await tests, procedures
and where, oft in silence, some closet themselves
as if to hide their fears, lest verbalized thoughts
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Scenes of design, origin~
cherry, gingko, or maple trees
.....a Japanese screen transplanted in kind.
Some five koi splashed blue;
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Frozen in time, the tides, the ocean’s roar.
Yet, intent upon her work, she is painting
a scene from that day, framed by memory.
In it, she’s in shock, unable to help.
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Insight glitters with illumination.
Life inspires
Perception, imagination.
Curious students and a mesmerizing fraternity,
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Yesterday, he fell into a vat of self
pity, and with intent, stirred up the past...
drank of its bitter wine...
a pathetic, defeated man.
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Like a sudden chill that runs down
The ridge of my back, the morning
Has come again to offer anew, the taste
That satisfies my poetic thirst.
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From a desecrated heart described, stained
the door locked shut, alas, family tree~
family name known, alas.... nothing else.
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