Saturday, October 12, 2013
Emma
One day I will tell you a story
many and few nonsensical words
or
in some unknown language, maybe
when the some comes up
and the opening
I request an interpreter
he is not available
In the evening, maybe
may you understand.
Chinatown Chrysanthemums (Revised)
onto the weary concrete
journey to a funeral aborted
white, yellow, white
You may have them
they are for You
they know
You are not fragile
they will keep the secrets
hardy and forgiving
they grow where other flowers cannot.
Farewell
Across the Hudson
the filament swallows
the melting sky
night unfurls
its indifferent blanket
faint taste of regret
I wish you well
wait again for Day.
the filament swallows
the melting sky
night unfurls
its indifferent blanket
faint taste of regret
I wish you well
wait again for Day.
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