a miniature 

a miniature 
red dragon hiding in the 
japanese maple

folds and unfolds her wings in 
the sun for a secure perch
.
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y

late spring,

late spring,
daddy’s japanese 
maples lift 
their samaras
like offerings
to the wind
.
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y

the strength of things hangs

the strength of things hangs
on a strategic overlap, 
a reaching toward
.
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y

perhaps forgetting

perhaps forgetting
that one has forgotten is
only the first step
.
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y

now and again, a 

now and again, a 
bouquet carries me home, so
i’m not led astray
.
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y

it’s too easy to 

it’s too easy to 
become distracted – keeping 
an eye on the right 

ball becomes less attainable 
when they’ve all been deflated
.
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y

from april into 

from april into 
may, an alluring window, 
bamboo shoots for days
.
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y

we played escape from

we played escape from
death star that late summer’s day to 
help to mitigate 

your pain – we could not have 
known that you would not escape
.
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y

after the rain, the 

after the rain, the 
second bamboo harvest of 
the season waits for

no one, beelining for the
warmth of the sun in two days’ time
.
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y

at the water’s edge,

at the water’s edge,
we know enough about the
city not to dip 

our toes in, but not enough
to live or thrive anywhere else
.
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y