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Other Poetry

1.

 

To you,

the kid’s crazy

like stars’ dazzling sentence

purple, and

flashing internally

the moon as punctuation(.)

 

2.

 

Bow,

Sensei

 

3.

 

Earthen lungs,

the ground breathes

and blows kisses to the dragon in the sky.

Bow to this,

Sensei

 

4.

 

Fog intangible,

tangle me until

my first taste of sight.

 

5.

 

The sun cast shadows

and I was one of them.

Not a shadow.

Not a sun.

 

I was the casting

 

the lengthening of evening,

the coaxing of the chord

that makes the knot

come

loose.

 

 

 

 

 

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