Sweet Eydis loves the leaves she sees,
as we walk along.
They rustle in the autumn breeze;
a gentle, jaunty song.
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Hulijing
Her tail, like a skulk of royal scepters,
undulates seductively back and forth,
luring fresh-faced boys and seasoned hands
into her welcoming, deceitful arms.
Juggling ten thousand devotions,
inevitably she will fall in the fullness of time,
never again to dash over paddies
flying to steal the freedom of men.
siesta cinquain
a sign,
of the bare spine
that used to slumber here,
when nights were long, and love was sheer,
and fine
A Meditation
From the minute we’re born,
to the moment we die,
our lives are a fistful of unanswered whys.
The loss of a loved one, through distance or death.
The passions we feel that steal our breath.
The stars way above us, both hidden and seen.
The seabed below us and all in between.
From the minute we wake,
til the moment we sleep,
we ponder the secrets that providence keeps.
In Majesty
In majesty she came to be our mother.
I lionize her,
for she was a lioness.
Yes.
But we, the three cubs of her Pride
no longer linger by her side.
And yet, we still lope in her shadow.
The Light Is Nigh
Dawn will be here in a blink.
For now, the sky is black as ink.
The snow stopped falling hours ago,
the earth is white — the west wind blows.
A chill creeps in from window cracks.
I feel its talons at my back.
My baby slumbers by my side,
but soon her mouth will open wide,
to greet the morning with a cry.
Stay close my love — the light is nigh.
All Is Well
Le Visiteur
A Magpie in Flight
Luxembourg City
2021.May.9
For But A Brief Time
Like an unwelcome birthday, twilight breaths
down our necks. At Ashikaga we float, two
hopeful buds amongst hundreds, flowers of
a different kind.
Purple, mauve, lilac, pink, blinding white.
Colors of our daydreams projected into the
universe that lies outside of us.
Threads of yesterday, perfectly preserved in
pictures, pave the way for tomorrow’s
celebrations.
Do you remember Summer 2020? Do you
remember how we screamed and cheered,
with our babies on our laps, for Kaya Kazuma
when he won bronze at the Tokyo Games?
You don’t? Well, I do.
Wisterian hues fold and unfold us, make and
remake us, keeping us honest, keeping us
focused and true to ourselves.
And yet, I remember much that never was.
The manacles of this virus, long have they reigned,
gradually rust and come undone, falling away
to reveal restless and ready hands.
I remember for both of us.
Daring to be brilliant, regal even, though it
is known that our blooms burst for but a
brief time.
Broken Beauty
Broken Wine Glass
Luxembourg – 2021
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