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The Stone’s Question (Poem)
the stone in the street asks
why do you choose this path
and I answer
when there is no destination
any road will take you there
furthermore say
why do you rest on this pavement
no reply so I pick it up
leave it somewhere along the way
on a windowsill or a bench
there to have different conversations
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If Crows Do Not Suffice (Poem)
when the moment hangs so heavy
there right there in front
unexpected after a turn up a street
so that you remember the weight of time
and when you first felt its pressure
again and again these encounters
seemingly stochastic but you know better
look up at the derelict casements
and cracked glass windowpanes
the peeling impermanent glory of ordinary passage
the gritty testament to the beauty of wearing down
with their comfort walk on and take care
to step on each spider-webbed crack in the sidewalk
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Afternoon At Knossos (Poem)
tea led us into the labyrinth
where we followed different threads
into complex conversations
he is passionate about a desert
and the burning man
an inventor who likes to juggle ideas
with multiple spheres in the air
spinning them with dazzling speed
transparent yet opaque
he used the word magic so often
this clearly was a need
and somehow reminded me of a faraway friend
who quotes with mournful mien
the world is too much with us
I’ve never sought magic and as for the world
I find curiosity and kindness to be enough
