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Tag: autumn poetry

  • Time is…

    …stillness. duration. a slender white egret – immovable, mirrorred – contemplating its own reflection in the pond: blink, blink. it’s only when it lifts off with imponderable grace, expanding, shedding itself – all spirit, all force – its transient image left behind to dissolve like an abandoned shroud like a skin that’s no longer needed…

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  • The Pond

    How the landscape changes With the moving seasons… No rebirth without dying Water and cut grass Shoulder-high saplings And all the encounters with pain. The piercing shrieks of white gulls  Plunging, and us happy to disintegrate Why is it that in nature The lost are found, and dying Is grand and mollifying and fearless Like an embrace?…

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  • Walk, sadness, walk!

    I took my sadness for a walk. I walked it right out of the park, past the tram stops and onto the streets flooded with the slow, hesitant steps of old age.   I walked and walked and walked it out of my body. Then I walked some more with it like one walks with…

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