sometimes God makes himself
so obvious we feel he has been
conversing with us for a very long time
before we actually lend him an ear and a heart
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Scribbling in the sky 'He is dead! '
i put crepe bows around
the necks of public doves
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the stomach is an animal
it can be the best of pets
if you can talk to it, get it
to listen and understand you
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forgetting is
always harder
than remembering
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Women's Day
the woman says if only
she had a daughter
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autumn dance
a leaf drops, spirals,
sommersaults on ground
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a cicada shell
how like a porcelain
it breaks piece by piece
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Autumn moonlight
from the fluid ink
flows my poem
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