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Haiku of the yak
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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One Saturday night
On the windowsill
He sat,
Staring at the sky
Writing words
Known only in his head,
Leaning against a reflection
Watching the moon,
Listening to the wind
Drifting through the trees,
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The waterfall of the east
Far to the east
The waterfall flows
A wellspring of life
As everyone knows
Beneath the cliffs
It washes away strife
Bringing to hearts
A joyous light
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A tribute to my favorite poem
Based on the poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams.
I have drunk
the tea
that was on
the counter
and which
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
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A fun little poem about a sheep that I thought of while jogging
There once was a sheepWho ate grass by the heap
It wandered through shopsIt trotted across streets
Then it happened upon wheatsWhich it devoured in six heavenly feasts
Loves
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A Tree
I talked to a tree just the other day, I was walking past and it did say
Well, what are you?Just a traveler.
But what are you?
Why, a human of course, you didn’t know?
I’ve never seen one before.
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for a moment
I’m so busy now,
Even when I’m not, I’m busy,
Online, scrolling mindlessly, thoughtlessly,
Deeper and deeper into the well,
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Good Morning
Good morning, sunlight like syrup
Touching every dew-streaked blade
Of grass and puddle of drying mud.
Good morning, air that smells of spring,
Air that sounds
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The Garden Prince's Freckles
Spring is blooming
around me,
the trees flushing pink,
the wildflower-shaped freckles
scattered throughout the grass
growing darker, brighter
with the sun;
The little boy next door,
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Would an Elevator Change Us?
If we got stuck
In an elevator
Would we have a real conversation
For once?
Could I make you laughIf we were in an elevator
Would you trust
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