Returning Through the Blue Manhattan Streets When Evening Dies

Abandoned streets Reveal a city’s state From each I see Reflected light in clouds The path I take Shows lights in neon red From each a hill Above the midnight crowds The birds are gone Departed sunset winds A new moon came Between the wind-blown …

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Plum Garden

For Boris and Miona They find a garden lush with plum-air scentsAs spring sun filters through the dew-dust leavesAnd subtle sighs arise while fruit ferments,For Eden enters Earth when minds conceive. Within the garden deep an oak tree grows,Preserving plum and fruit from sudden squallsWith roots that …

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A Country Road

The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn airAlong a country road, adrift in threads,Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare,As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead. I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads,Where rock-strewn shores in riddled dreams belieAnd time has …

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