a yellow leaf
under the wiper blade
this migrant life
back and forth, back and forth
between dream and reality
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a side-glance
at the beggar whose accent
is like mine ....
I recall the months spent
putting back pieces of me
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books of poetry
stacked from floor to ceiling —
alone
together with past voices
to explore my future self
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back home again
from a wellness center
alone, the neighbor
deadheading garden tulips
the colors of sunrise
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winter stars
look closer yet far away
face to face
I see something hidden
behind my sick wife's eyes
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alone
on this little island
in the lake:
water-blue, bird-singing
green-leafed wor(l)d of my own
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