Duy Bui Poems

Cold drops of rain fall
Through the cracks they crawl
On his young bald head
With his ma they nest
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A black dot Mr. Summers has drafted.
Followed ancient tradition from pebbles
To stones. Each darted the grey wind shafted
by friends and neighbors, no distant rebels.
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Sink deep in their yellow skins, autumn steams on.
Spent memory will depart, so will my youth.
My new steps flow in tautness, oh, so restive.
Life’s beats swayed its frosty chants, mine swathed along.
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The sound of temple bells echoing between two silent,
gray mountains as the silver raindrops upon a breezeless pond;
in its stillness I seek my own reflection.
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Holding a loss with great esteem
He lay asleep with old shadows
Circumvent not, new waken dream
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I was sure I knew sufferings
My journeys, never infinite
A carpet lay, if one not stray
Swell of days, be on their way
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What I desire is not yet here,
but beyond this window before me;
dwelling in the air, the clouds that bring about rain,
the bare branches, the coming leaves,
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Oscar the dog, white and fluffy.
He told people that one day in
February during a snow storm when
Everyone stayed in their houses while
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Upon a sky the sun he rose
Surpassed the parting clouds he chose.

Bringing the birds, their shadows here
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May is approaching carelessly
Bringing the newest light of spring.
In the howling wind I’d clearly
Hear the birds’ whispers and they’d sing
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