CXIV
Fireflies and stars.
Near and far painted on the
Same limitless sky.
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CXV
July flowers in
Their ephemeral splendor
Never know winter.
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CXVII
A bright half-moon shines
In a powder blue sky. It’s
Not day. It’s not night.
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Apricot Trilogy
CX
A wave of quiet
Floods the kitchen with color.
Chromatic silence.
A bright red bowl holds
Yellow apricots bathing
In pure summer dusk.
Carefree apricots
Invite me deeper into
Their secret kitchen.
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XXXII
Asphalt rivers lie
Smooth and silent under
The flowing people.
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XXVI
April offers us
Golden phosphorescence and
Her forsythias.
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XXXIII
Verdant moss surrounds
Dead red bricks softening their
Sharp rigid edges.
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XXXV
Cicadas screaming
Their pulsing scream, announcing
The end of summer.
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XXXVI
The rising river
Doesn’t know yesterday’s storm
Is all over now.
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XXXVII
Retirees out
Cutting grass that hasn’t had
Time to grow higher.
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XXXVIII
A jet in the sky
Just another miracle
Flying over us.
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XLIII
Anchored to his ear,
Telecommunication
Is next to his mind.