In a store I saw a one-cup teapot
shaped like a fish I once met
under the waves at Puako Beach.
Short as a thumb, he had a name longer
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Torah scrolls on their mahogany spindles
mesmerize me, as does the Dove and Latin
chanting, neat as our gardener’s pruning, but
parents say, Choose one.
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The soil surges with elusive tides.
By my apartment an oak dives
head first into a hidden sea
while bird chatter rattles the sky.
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Today, pines teal the skyline
and red-tailed hawks swoop from dense stands.
Finches rubble the quiet. At low tide,
in golden light, all seems to rest
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The packed tissue-box of a peony explodes.
The sun’s flames arrive on petals of time.
Spring irises and volcanoes: earth's fire reawakening.
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Early morning and I wander out
of a tangled cat's cradle of childhood.
From house to sky the sun unveils a fire path
and I set bare foot in earth's round temple.
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- The universe, say surprised astronomers, has twice as much accumulated starlight as can be explained by all the known stars and galaxies. - Newspaper article,1998.
We have twice as much starlight,
it seems,
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One more unpeeling of the walls,
close enough to the final time
that I can relish the tiny tearings,
the way muscles unclasp
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She incants the woman from the girl and sings,
this rabbi in long earrings and a lavender dress,
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From a twig in the vast candelabra oak
the hummingbird’s castanet ticks off time
by inches. It paces my feet as I climb
past grounded doves that huff and squeak
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