Two Poems


The varieties of nostalgia in which I am engaged:

 

Originally, I rested
as a piece of jade
at the bottom of the river.

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Patience please stay with me amid such ambivalent shades of context.

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Why the silver suitcases won't sing:
you need to unpack

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While she was always smiling,
your face just changes.
It's all over the place.

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I remember when bringing an umbrella meant something.


 

 

 

Sometimes in prosperous circumstances, the sky north of the state grows older and not so well

 

Bearable just might be reachable. A fragment was at the east junction giving an introduction to the
river
and an oration on the character of not enough.      Perhaps there is no field,              we sighed.