Charles Ho Poems

Around both hands we slide the gloves of God
And walk into the surgery
Performing miracles.
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The drizzle caught it by
surprise. That butterfly
Lay aslant and grounded.
Drenched in rain it floundered
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The jar made of
beloved china,
above my fridge;
out of my reach;
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You stay at the horizon.
Though a romance fond,
But still a contradiction;
Between the lands we now stand on,
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