She enveloped my senses on her arrival -
Midnight tresses, the mark of her Olympian precursor
Reflecting the hour of our meeting -
Beauty born of wisdom,
...
As the sun rises
Sparkling
From the Cebu Straits,
An orchid,
...
Like a vibrant blush in the far distance,
A touch, just visible, like a spark,
An intuition more than a preference
Simmers deep within, or an urge to embark
...
We stood in an old book store
That telescoped from room to room,
And in a corner, I found a book.
Listen, I said -
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It’s been fun, exhausting.
The mellow bunch singing lazily around the bonfire –
Sparks spinning upward, reflected in the lake.
They begin to move toward tents and sleeping bags,
...
If paper shattered
Like my defenses near you
Love notes would snow down
...
Pyle and Fowler
So civilized
Fighting over Phoung
And Vietnam
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The memory of wet shoes and grimy windshields and grey days
Melts as the first fecund aromas permeate the air,
And I sit dumbstruck by the sudden dissolve of the winter haze
And the first buds and birds that take the dare
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We live in hope, or so we say,
As we pass through each dawning day.
And yet we shake our heads and curse
When obstacles make us reverse.
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