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Here are some poems that I wrote here on gaia, over a year ago. They are all composed of only twenty five words, with nature as a subject, theme or reference. This grey paper scrap... More »
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All these hard Buddhas, Made of stone: blind eyes, deaf ears, Incoherent: grey. Just like the wind and the rain. Issa was right about them
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Great history books Scattered by late summer storms, Pages in a field, Like empires' ancient ruins, Blown before the winds of time
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This grey paper scrap Caught in the mangrove branches Bears no human words. Perhaps the wind brought it here; The tides will take it away.
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