with time, etherealness appears

gentle hope juts out -- softly --

like the sweet stalks of lilies that grow along the mountain edge, 

who dip slowly to the breeze, succumbing with grace --

like drops of water (plink! plink!) eroding granite’s surface

 
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The Lone Cat

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    exoticism

    grey eyes
    stare, openly
    at the flesh of elephant plums
    raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
    open your fists, green guava
    soon dropped upon the shore
    of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises

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