Stones & Other Poetry

dreamless...
I walk into a black hole
as a weary traveler
and find a friend
in silence

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a periwinkle splash
of my spirit
at the jagged edge
of the horizon...
am I still lost?

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laundry day--
the many ways
I fold away
my thoughts

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the domino effect of yawns after lunch

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so many things
we run away from...
a fork in the road (this trail)
splits even wider
between the snake and me

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on this balmy evening...
the cool breeze of watermelon
the many grains of sticky steamed rice
the doughy softness of melon with sugar
spun in memory of Ba Ngoai

*Ba Ngoai = maternal grandmother in Vietnamese

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even in America
I am a blooming rice field
of my ancestors

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starry night
a trail of rice grains
from the dog dish


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)