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Peripeteia (Poem)
A slight anticipation, a catching of the breath,
Heralds the moment of great change.
The world tilts, and the possibilities
Open myriad paths.
What lies ahead on any of them?
The only way to know is to proceed.
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Enough (Poem)
What is enough?
The cooler air of evening
After the heat of a summer’s day.
The petrichor that heralds
The relief of a dry spell.
The bright color of tigerlillies
Enlivening the yard.
The peace found in mountains
Distant with a covering of smoke.
Any of these.
All of these.
Let us rejoice and be glad.
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The State Of Not Being Present (Poem)
The train sounds its mournful cry.
They are gone now,
No longer present to hear the whistle,
To see the graffitied cars roll past,
To feel the ground rumbling beneath their feet.
I can say no more
Let us have a cup of tea
And offer the latest from China.
But I can hold them fast
In memory and by recounting the many stories
Of how they lived while they were here.
Love and all we shared does not disappear.
