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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch
(Inspired by Wallace Stevens's poem 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird', which is one of my favorites.)
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Among the deathly pale hills
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wonderland, i'm coming home
Alice’s porcelain-white fingers,
stark against the chestnut wood of the door,
trembled
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Don't Worry, My Queen (or A Study in Rebellious Servants)
Don’t worry, my queen
No one is betraying you
Don’t worry, my queen
Nobody hates you
Don’t worry, my queen
Your subjects are loyal
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A Bouquet of Haikus
Spring
cherry blossoms float south
carried by a gentle breeze
of chirps and happy sighs
Summer
Loves
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Human decline
They show me their phones, little boxes with even tinier little boxes that you press on and it fills up the big box. My girl taps one of the tiny boxes, it's purple and white and orange and she calls it in-sta-gram.
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city to country
i once lived in a city
a small city
but densely packed
i remember my old house
yellow
three stories
i moved more than a year ago
not long ago
but i barely remember my old life
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Sun
Usually the sun induces my smile
An infectious click that erases the bad feelings of outgoing anxiety
But today
The Sun felt numb
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City night
Looking from a plane, glowing
streets, like spiraling
spider webs
knitted on the elder plains,
out of hope, out of pride.
Crossings of the intertwined veins
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Summer Nights
My day is done, so I sit here,
Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me
Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin
