Tag: Sun
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Breaking Up With the Wind
Summer wind hold my hand,grasp it, rub it gentle in the sunhoneyed soothing mother’s touch. Hide the coughing chimneys up ahead,the night in the strut of yellow cat eyes,amber streetlights yielding to blue tv glows.Coming cold blows my hands into jacket tight.The star I follow now hidden, dark,lost in the arguing noise outside and in.
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Dust
The young can not write about dust.They know only it accumulationson floors, shelves, dirty panes.Only the old know its subtle contours,the futility that comes with just moving it around.They know that the sun and stars are dust,schools of ash that follow all life’s currents andthat blossom the new fields under Grandfather Mountain.They bend with the…
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Amidst the Whiteness All Around
They came lighting up the white pasture once green— the bagpipes of their bleating filling the center, until the snow is thick with sheep, the sun shining over their plump bodies in the winter mist.
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My Happiness Is Defined in You
To see what I see as beautiful. and not ever hide your little joys, knowing the sun rises, stars don’t fall, and all our Chinese meals are poems.
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The Musician
Inner torment plays his face. He prays that the music will come when he strums the guitar’s strings. The sun plays on his hands, serenades his face,whispers the sounds.
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Haven of Our Sun and Moon
Wake dear, and rise, sleep not this day. Let our two dreams play to and fro with each. Let’s dance in the sun shouting— one beam, the light’s high joy. You nor I will not cry today as you gambol and swirl, as I dream, hope, now words, then love and vows…