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Category: poem

as it flies

spring night, searching for the full moon… a meteor! then two! sweet failure!

housework

the taste of spring rain is enough to remind me to keep it simple.

pause

lungfuls of sweet jasmine… disaster, averted at every turn—how long? above a single moth-hum, the full moon: resplendent through the clouds.

gs & ag

they grasped their time. i do not grasp my time. i grasp the brush, and brush my teeth, and memorize the song we’ll sing tomorrow, “spring has just begun.”

tone poem

our parking strip, neglected, grows up wild, every season shows a fresh new face, diverse and course, ’til when it’s at it’s lushest it’s razed to dirt. the neighbors cultivate their little patch, and season after season pluck the weeds between the cared-for plants they planted. year-round, a pleasant place. and there you go, my […]