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Sunset
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my headPlaying on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers bloomingIn the garden near my favorite picnic table
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After the rain
Humid air drifts through the streets
Carrying the scent of damp leaves
The birds sing songs of joy
While gathering food for their young
Flowers begin to sprout among the grass and moss -
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,
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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
Loves
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Evenings
Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels. -
Growing up in 6/8
My band conductor has always said that 6/8 plays itself -
it does.
It's easy to just play through but not if you think too much.
I grew up in 6/8
my life plays itself
yes I make mistakes
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Snowfall
As dry as sand,
wrung out and shrunken from the cold,
loose and shivering like dead hemlock needles in a parched winter wind,
puddling and sifting in the wake of footsteps.
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In My Heart is a Waltzing Girl
In my heart is a girl who
Waltzes to the beat
Of the thrum, who
Surrounds herself with millions
Of fairy lights that
Twinkle with the stars, and
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snow
the smell of snow
sharp and bright
like the world holding its breath
just before it turns new -
The Things We Almost Say
There is a language
spoken only in half-glances,
in the weight of a pause
just before someone smiles.