Poem 122: nc

in my hearts tree

a firefly

flying fire

against the moon

in a North Carolina night

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the dulcimer

sang greensleeves

-a festival-

on the side

of a green hill

alive and well

growing without

a city wall

and so very

far away

from the sound

of its own shore.

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Avalokiteshvara

O Lord

of the thousand

fold light

enfold my life.

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we have said goodbye

so many times

that it frightens me

to say goodnight

in case we say goodbye

in our sleep

and that when I awake

you will be gone

or I will.