Suzanne Hayasaki Poems

Sitting here serenely
Sipping cinnamon tea
Reading Ferlinghetti
Remembering Paris
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Skinny women wonder what my secret is.
They ask me where my beauty hides.
They look at me with eyes which are trained to see
Each flaw, each pound, each inch
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Down to the River

Take me down to the river.
Let me dip my feet in the flow.
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I too have dreams
That leave me shaken.
I awake broken
Identity torn between dimensions.
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Sorrow I will not sit with you.
I will not wait while my life drains away.
I will not listen to you insist
That I am nothing but living dust
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I'm sitting here
Missing him.
Those long talks
That went nowhere
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An avian eye
Looks straight into mine
And reminds me that I
Am etheric.
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Slash me in the forest.
Rip my skin.
Peel away my identity.
Reveal me.
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We went to a restaurant by the sea
For fish as fresh as it could be.
We ate; we drank; we laughed; we talked.
Then out upon the beach we walked.
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Whisper some Shakespeare in my ear.
Maybe a scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Or better yet, copy a sonnet, longhand, complete
With misspelled words and archaic punctuation.
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