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We touch unanswered

questions lost behind our eyes

looking into love

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I started to read

Poetry, in bed for the night -

but my mind has snapped

To earlier times -

When wars and rumors of wars

raged across this land.

Stolen gunpowder,

Rebellion against a king,

Schools for the enslaved -

History echoes

consciously, collectively

we seek freedom's ring.

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Cherry Blossoms in the Rain

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An ember preserved

among the cherry blossoms -

a wound turned to light

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I moved far away from the sea

a long time ago, but I returned briefly

during a long layover - discovering

the house had been rebuilt,

but the neighborhood had not changed,

even at my old grade school,

seagulls still circled

above the playground

over forty years later.

Today, on the news,

I saw that rebuilt house -

in flames,

consuming more than wood -

an ocean of memories.

And I don't know what to say,

but my grief is telling me

my home must still be aching -

to look upon the sea.

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Open your sash on a clear, moonless night and we’ll feast in the wonder of our garden of light

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Thundering echoes

from pages turned, fade away

to never return

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I watched a curtain

falling slowly - wondering

what side I was on

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Never let laundry

pile so high you cannot see

sin to be atoned

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Today, my wife found a recipe, a dessert

handwritten on a card saved from my mother’s flowered box.

When she made it, the kitchen smelled like home -

it tasted sweet, a memory smoothing the edges of time.

Today, our daughter left for the other side of the world,

a year of adventure for her and as she flew over the Pacific,

I went grocery shopping, drawn to the pumpkins,

just in season - if she were here, she would dig inside,

then roast the seeds, filling our house with the aroma

that makes our lives a home - yet, as her journey  began,

we made her bed, cleaned her room and found peace

in the sweet taste of my mother’s dessert.