Kwan Yin Poems

Plant me a tree with pink blossoms when in bloom
Where birds can weave nests from grass and clay
For a lonely dog to spend winter nights calling to the moon
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Shadow faced name carried by curse
spitting up dark lumps of virus
gift from your empty purse
dumb luck gifted you unfocused yellow iris
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Your face is that of all the others
before you and the ones which will follow you
but always there eyes calm as waters blue
and I lock myself away as a secret exposed
between sheep of silk saluting my ship ran ashore
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