Dillon Kang Poems

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1.
All That Was Gold

Why dandelions in your hair?
This image becomes oh so rare;
I might well comb and mine for gold
and have the summer seedlings unfold.
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2.
Repetition

Shall our motion of our feet create this harmony?
When asked to dance, hands on the hips,
1..2..3.. Countless rhythm kisses my lips.
Why such repetition, sticking us like honey,
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