Moments

no one standing—a stone path digging deepinto the woods           * warm on either sidebeneath the clouds that loiterin lustful haze           * she camein moments when the sunreflected on the glass           * water and lightreflected before moving onto another day           * stretching onthe rivers render the earthfrom one moment to …

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​Springtime in Central Park

In Central Park the cherries start to bloom This sun-drenched day when birds have left their notes For us, intruders in their sanctuary moats, Unseen but heard where shaded branches loom. I walk a path that’s filled with cut-wood chips, Fine grass and leaves enveloping …

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