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I hover above garage flying like a slow owl. See my child-home like I did in a dream many years ago. Silence stays awake in crisp windless moonlight. I glide over pungent backyard. Nasturtiums and lilacs whiff in midnight air....

Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition. Reason they have not yet thought of Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what. Or any other foolish question. Mary Oliver Evening bids me to my rose garden....

“Just do it”, holds no worth, unless You’re crazy enough, to let self-belief, Turn the corner, into concrete deed. How like in New York, When you turn 90 degrees, it can be Wall Street, Or perhaps Broadway. How you need not...

The green patina of copper oxides, The jade colored statue of the maiden of liberty, That reminds every man, woman and child, That over here, the grass is greener. How Every minute rushes past faster than A subway train, and the...

This place is made of all sorts of people. The mad, the bad, the fad, the glad, And every Hindi movie is a reminder Of how to bridge the gini coefficient, With a Bollywoodian love story. Aishwarya Rai still looks a million,...

Walking from front door I go out to visit The maple touch her braille skin comb her abundant foliage expecting my reach and her roots with their clenched knuckles and the soft grass like a slippery carpet and the breezeless...

I pause beside ancient oak stump the one that bids me contemplate life but my puppy wags, seeking my eyes wonders why we have stopped Inside a moment of stillness I query if a part of me way down in my roots is really untethered...

He was young once— brown eyed, dewy cheeks Now aged, he sits at my table sometimes sunshine knells through window other days, rain stings against glass. I am repulsed by thorny complaints gruff laugh, swollen bitterness I do not...

An old, straight-backed man, chest holding tight as armor since Korea, looks at me, a woman walking alone in the wide open park designed by Olmstead according to Wilson’s biophilia so I can see predators yet never be far from a...

I. Whiteness is marked, too The colorful one-dollar-a-day expat enclaves, their string hammocks and thinning longhairs, their bare-foot cantinas and surf-soundtracked all-night cheap-dope conversations no longer appeal: I’m an...