“Somewhere”

Somewhere the strange sigh of the wind moves the dried-out leaves in a patch of buttery sunlight Somewhere a train whistle screeches, long and solemn, as it approaches the last stop of its long and winding day Somewhere the weekday, rush-hour mob of citizens push their way through the hubbub in the finite cycles of [...]

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“Panorama”

By the late afternoon, the impeccably blue sky had partially broken through the dense layer of clouds and fog, reminiscent of so many San Francisco mornings. Looking up: on the corner two identical towers and a geometric rose window, a white cathedral, was revealed in the soft sunlight, the phone lines intersected, a antique clock [...]

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“Remnant”

Light bounces of the smooth surface of a glass window in a wide spectrum of color as the drone of an airplane is blended with the reverberating echoes of car horns, train whistles and contrasted with the passing of wind through papery, translucent leaves on a lop-sided tree near the tracks faded advertisements once painted [...]

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“Ginkgo”

On the brick walkway, through the park, is a collection of last night’s rainwater; its surface, being barely speckled with dirt, reflects the surroundings clearly: a slim tree, its leaves thinning in the October wind, stands erect before the aged stone wall, above: the sky, in its vivid shade as it only is in fall, [...]

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A Rainforest Poem

In a remote region of the Amazon, a butterfly of a bright orange color gently flaps its wings and flutters. Around the butterfly the thick, humid air that seems to foresee a coming shower is moved. Under the forest canopy is is a great deal darker than above, light falls in speckled patterns as the [...]

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Quotable Poem of the Month

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. -T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

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