Cranes lower, trees into place; evergreens meeting, the ground fully formed.
The subway, will soon be open; and the upturned dirt, grass-veneered into park.
I ponder, which will outlast the other; the station below, or its green front?
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Rock island, between the stream banks; waterfall sides, in afternoon sun.
The people, see us from walkways; but they are ghosts, to this life of stone.
The sign says, not to walk across here; but to the middle, is not across.
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Music creeps, through the shallow walls; hanging scent-like, in this night-gray room.
Staircases, were my hours today; this moment too hangs, as a step in the clock.
They join hands, these floating notes and stairs; and my spirit sings, to climb again.
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The gnats flow, as a great current; sweeping me along, towards the river.
The fish too, pulse schooling at my sight; guiding me up, towards the rock.
There my tears, discretely join nature’s streams; as the fish below, begin to jump.
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Old photos, they were young once; as will be said, by our amused children.
Generations, new worlds passing to old; fresh spring grown heavy, with the snow of change.
The ancient, is not old but multiply reborn; history’s long chain, of faces gone.
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Taking time, and steps and photos; lights star the water, of the dusken fountain.
Elements, written in the stones; my wet feet search, for the astral metals.
The entrance, is kingdoms and constellations; and beyond a bridge, we all must cross.
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Weather sounds, of apartment life; the upstairs shower, becomes my rain.
Up and down, the echoing stairwell; the neighbors flit, as raucous birds.
What a joy, to live surrounded by nature; so what if it is, the human kind?
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The sun’s face, carpets the water; as ducklings trail, mud wakes behind.
Their mother, stares between dives; as we imbibe, the late scene spring.
Her babies, have gotten big and brown; last flecks of yellow, catching the light.
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From the bench, we watch the pigeons; as they sit, and watch us back.
How cute they are, preening one another; I say as I clean, dust from your hair.
Isn’t love, the specialest of things; precisely because, it’s so common?
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a drawer full of coloured pencils paper is left nearby
raindrop on the closed window sprites paint the plaster wall
he throws paper balls picture signed by a child in the dark
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If you ask where, to find the wind; the water answers, in gentle waves.
The meadows, sing trees of grass; and the hills echo, with foggy plains.
Even stars, wander whispering on the earth; we are already, in heaven.
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The indwelling, of the many; great hands act, from the pieces.
Behold gods, living by cells; do the neurons know, for whom they think?
The self-war, is a cosmic struggle; and we the atoms, of all sides.
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Climbing up, the temple slope; I envy, the hopping magpie.
He saunters, beside the path; if only I too, could fly straight to the top!
Yet perhaps, flying is harder still; why else would he be, choosing to walk?
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Awaking, from an evening nap; my joy finds you, asleep by my side.
In the dark, I take your hand; and squeeze just once, as my eyes shut again.
For a breath, I feel only love; and know this life, has been worth it.
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