How smooth in my hand
How white under the night sky
This stone tells me truths
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How smooth in my hand
How white under the night sky
This stone tells me truths
Damp heat in late spring:
Anger can’t last forever
Under smoke and ash
Persistent spring chill
The birth of an evening star
Sparks warm new prospects
No leaves have grown here:
This chilly spring reminds me
It all turns to black
Opening eyes to
Another morning unchanged
Sunlight falls tepid
Chasing more sunsets
forward, forward, ever on:
both the world and he
Winter’s last cool night
Bright eyes crinkling and shining
Friend’s laughter joyful
Apx. 11:30 p.m.
Whispering engine
Doubts creeping, should not be here
Among melting snow
Apx. 7:15 – 7:30 p.m.
Starlight on puddles
I don’t want to fade away
Among these faint lights
White moon rising high
What does this subconscious mind
Need to tell this world