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A few poems to browse through now ~

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WHITE

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Under the weight of wet snow

a dead branch broke and fell,

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I remember, taking the hornets'

tattered gray lantern down with it.  

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WHY SEEK THE DEAD AMONG THE LIVING?

 

As hollow as a gutted fish, a hole in the sand,

a cistern cracked along the seam—

 

There is no filling such emptiness. And yet— 

AT THE CHERNOBYL POWER PLANT ECO-RESERVE

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If ravens perch on the ferris wheel

outside of town, if owls

nest in the silos and swallows circle

the tipped watchtower, if catfish

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LANDSCAPE WITH TRANSLUCENT MOON

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Palm trees, like old pilings, tip

in the sand toward the Maldive Islands still.

The moon,

                    a slice of green coconut, floats

in a sky streaky with cloud.

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Ten winters after the tsunami hit,

                                                            off-shore

CANTICLE OF THE NIGHT PATH

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I want the moon to overspill, spill over, and drown me in dust light.

I want whatever happens after that.

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I want the owl's one note to lull doubt to sleep.

I want to walk the night path.

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