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The Season Turns Without Regard(Poem)
a leaf always upon the wind
its color the element of fire
yellow flame red flame brown-smoldered ash
some spark sets all alight
blown by forces uncontrolled
we stand bewildered as the brick walls collapse
while the match drops from our careless hand
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The Revelation of Rainfall (Poem)
rain carries sorrow hope joy despair
each drop a tear for all you cannot express
growth and destruction entwined within
mirrored strands of the same process
germinating seedlings given enough
villages in a floodplain washed away
each vital somewhere to someone
stand with open heart and dare
to be drenched in what water brings
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The First Swallowtail of Summer (Poem)
and it was dying on the sidewalk
one delicate wing’s edge half-missing
the black border jagged as if chewed
the bright yellow interior poised
as if to spill color onto the pavement
in one last flutter before utter stillness
such brief resplendence needing witness
there on the sidewalk in silent recognition
then off into the seasonal turn
steps echoing on the cusp
and summer was dying as well
