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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch
(Inspired by Wallace Stevens's poem 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird', which is one of my favorites.)
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Among the deathly pale hills
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wonderland, i'm coming home
Alice’s porcelain-white fingers,
stark against the chestnut wood of the door,
trembled
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Don't Worry, My Queen (or A Study in Rebellious Servants)
Don’t worry, my queen
No one is betraying you
Don’t worry, my queen
Nobody hates you
Don’t worry, my queen
Your subjects are loyal
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A Bouquet of Haikus
Spring
cherry blossoms float south
carried by a gentle breeze
of chirps and happy sighs
Summer
Loves
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Sun
Usually the sun induces my smile
An infectious click that erases the bad feelings of outgoing anxiety
But today
The Sun felt numb
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City night
Looking from a plane, glowing
streets, like spiraling
spider webs
knitted on the elder plains,
out of hope, out of pride.
Crossings of the intertwined veins
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Summer Nights
My day is done, so I sit here,
Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me
Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin
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I Am Born
I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.
Born the year of nothing-
Before the End-Of-All.
Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.
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Aging
When I was four I wished for five,
When I’d be in Kindergarten
When I was five I wished that preschool would come back again
Again at six I wished to age
At seven I wished the same
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My Name In a Nutshell
Humbly giving everything and taking nothing.
Under foot, in the way, but never trying to be.
Never good enough for myself, no matter what.