Particles of our last conversation
fuse with the droplets of mist,
and the last word you said, goodbye,
hovers below the lush hemlocks,
...
The brown doe for a moment
mesmerizes the boys in camouflage,
broadcasting a telepathic message:
I stand before you here,
...
Every day we fish.
We cast our lures and our flies
into the rippling reservoir of life and wish
for a nibble.
...
Aroma of fresh
ground coffee and apple pie:
...
You sprinkle fresh ginger on your rice,
and spearmint enhances your tea.
Your hair is scented with plumeria leaves,
...
Now, dear, let's not quarrel anymore;
in fact, love, let me pour.
This is absolutely heavenly;
...
A paraquette prominent
in a gathering of cardinals.
One jade in a casket of garnets:
Last Summer Leaf
...
It doesn’t take
a lot of blue
to turn yellow
into green.
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