Monthly Archives: January 2018

Profile in Silhouette

Behind him a brick wall drips with old colors, He is facing West 82nd Street. His lashes droop down, his eyes are closed. All I can see is the blackness where his face was, . As if his face had … Continue reading

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Quiet

This forest is so young My hands can reach around almost each tree, My arms can tightly embrace even the oldest. Yet such quiet pervades the forest That I forget time. . Quiet is itself older than trees and forest, … Continue reading

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Feather and Skin

The sixty-ninth year is coming upon me Since first I made to count. Still the self-same hawk circles over, Or another in its place, . Skimming clouds overhead, watching My old bones and eyes. She disappears a moment into the … Continue reading

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