Daniel Brick Poems

I can hear the ground flake
as the mole presses forward;
I can hear the ruffle of the owl's
feathers as she stirs in dappled sleep.
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Reading Love Poems
fills my time
during these days which
usher Summer across the
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When I was a preteen, I was prone
to rolling off the bed and slamming
to the floor. Bam! My father's sleep
was disturbed, but he would think,
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His Pride
I have scattered pieces of myself
in every land I have stopped. Sometimes
elaborate toys pleasing to a child, or
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What shall I say to you in departing?
Or should it just be a gesture? A shrug
of the shoulders? A waving of both hands,
like some crazy fellow? Or a deep bow,
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A Fantasy for Anne Yun

The moon tonight is the color of
drenched carnations. The magpies
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My invitation was lavish.
I planned my words to glide
as smoothly as that single leg moves
across the path of discharged mucus.
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Dear mother
of my mother's mother,
where are you now?
Where is that great house
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Time can be used for good or for bad...
With this thought you step into the night.
'Cherry Blossoms, ' Fabrizio Frosini
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(I)

In this dry land we
must believe in something Good
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