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A sonnet about pure thoughtsOur thoughts are pure without any body / Or clothes hiding one, in the trees or sky / Or by wall peg to hang its tale thereby.
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May 14, 2012
Dogs**Tail wagging** / His tails wagging is no barking / Balking at wind, at passing car
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May 11, 2012
SoundsThe sounds had come in before dawn / From a glimmer over buildings, spread / Hiding some distinctive cuckoo throats
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May 11, 2012
PilgrimageWe had left early morning for sight of the phallus stone / Dragging our feet through the stones of ice mountains / Our horses plodded on with us some times and without,
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May 11, 2012
The last lectureIn Randy Pausch’s last lecture there is space / Left briefly to be occupied *en bloc*- / The space that will exist, lacking, always,
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Feb 10, 2011
HearingI still hear the world in my ears. / I hear the whoosh of the west wind, / The noise of the empty word
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Feb 10, 2011
The little dark oneAt two this midnight the little dark one / Became a poem, her all-knowing smile / The first stanza and her baby bird- glance
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Jan 16, 2011
Poetry of left wordsThe morning sounds came to us running / Amid standing silences of tall coconuts . / There was no gentle breeze in their shadows.
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Dec 2, 2010
The poetry of felt wordsThe winter’s risen sun blazes from that / Wall-less hole of an unfinished house. / The laborer’s wall-less house on the road
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Dec 2, 2010
Seeking the poetry of thought wordsIn early morning birds are yet to wake, / Their wings flutter in noises from trees. / Crows in some trees blurt out from
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Dec 2, 2010
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