A Spirit of Cry
My heart was crying last night
Of course a pain was there in that cry
No sleep in my eyes
Suddenly a cat started to cry just outside my room
With the pathos tone of that cry
in that dead of night
I could not manage any how
It started with double beat
I do not know why —-
I lost myself in the wave.
And when I woke up, a light was beaming on my face.
Chinese Apple
Full, round, organic
Little oddity the colour
of blood
Piques my interest
when others pass it over.
Holding it in one hand —
Firm —
Peeling away its
layered hide with
the other —
Tough —
This unusual gift from
Asia’s orchards has no
flesh, making it
All the more unusual.
Little rubies inside
Eye-catching, enticing
enough to
Taste.
I savor the seedjuice
with each bite,
Carrying the same flavour
Most romances have:
Bittersweet.
— For Jennifer barone.
Blessing
You stand, still and calm,
waiting for me,
waiting for something.
The proud ridges curving above your eyes make you look disapproving,
I am not in the mood to be disapproved.
There is dust on your scalloped feathers, dust in the crevices of your eyes.
Your short wick is clean and whole, the crown of your head smooth and unmelted.
Even as a child I knew not to disturb your beauty
and you have waited since then.
Waited with your yellow wings folded at your side,
And the thought of you melting away without ever flying
made the dust settle like first snow.
I am afraid to pick you up,
afraid that the warmth of my hands will smudge
your delicate wax feathers.
You are a blessing, but a sad one,
because I do not need you
I will never light you
but you look nice amongst my books.
“sunlit molecules”
I have never
wanted to breathe
in those
crepuscular rays
illuminating the coruscant dust
that does not float
down to earth
like the leaves outside
and suddenly
I wonder
if time matters to those particles
always drifting
until perhaps
the dew that hangs
on my cloudy window
and remain
till they
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