Three Poems
Stargazing
The binoculars,
as if I had Parkinson’s,
refuse to steady.
So the stars zigzag about
like crazy, brilliant midges.
Pink Tones
To the sporadic pull
of the air’s clear rope
the hibiscus blossom
sways and swings
but its pistil tongue
still cannot strike
the wall of the bell,
which peals out
not sound but colour.
Seize the Day
It’s all right for them,
the waking birds who in grace
chirp, Carpe diem!
They’ve no reckoning to face
here or any other place.
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