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yes!

a saucer. chopsticks. kimchee. kimchee. kimchee kimchee. kimchee. beer and kimchee. tongue and tummy and grin and kimchee. kimchee and (did i mention…?) kimchee!

dragonwell tea

today: first buds on the smoking tree, pale greeny white, more bright white plum flowers show a seagull circles, silent. schoolkids screech what am i forgetting?

many birds

embarrassed to sleep, I bask in a lavender moon air washed clean by a week of rain i wake to the sound of my friend’s old piano. it’s true: i’m so tired of being alone

long tones

first full moon, plum blossoms, fireworks of pink laugh through the storm’s final splashes within these lifeless limbs a subtle warmth i always seem to forget

lullabyes

these friends, so rare, so unexpected. night of heartfelt talk and beer. so soon we’ll part, and i’ll most likely spill some word i’ll instantly regret