
snapshots from a bike
remembering my teen years,
when I never stopped
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snapshots from a bike
remembering my teen years,
when I never stopped
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when the flowers sing
a morning hallelujah,
sunshine in my heart
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the first stars
must have lit up the deep dark
like spring
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on spring’s threshold,
every plant imagines itself green,
I admire their brown
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a rose, bud to bloom,
embraces its beginning
as it unfolds
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before March goes,
let’s dawdle, linger and grow,
like the crocus
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translated by a poet,
even a simple pine tree
worships
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remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
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icy rain falls,
sleet pings and taps
but can’t darken
an evergreen heart
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To my daughter,
dazzling as a unicorn,
ten just now,
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What do storms and library books have in common? Continue reading

Sometimes I feel yellow,
or slow, green and dragging
or even a rapid-raging red. Continue reading