In My Dream

There is no weather
In my dream
Only a blinding light
That makes me squint.

We squat way down
With flat feet
Happily picking furry
Lollypop weeds.

I show you how to
Make snow in the sunshine
By blowing on the
Delicate seeds.

In my dream
You are toddling towards
That blinding light,
Dressed in soft cotton

Of yellow and white.
Those tiny purple flowers
In a chubby little fist
That I once held and
Tenderly kissed.

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Your Poem

As I read your poem
It makes me weep,
For all the years
I was asleep.

If forty was
My coming year
I’d kiss the stars,
There’d be no tear.

My birthday past
Was fifty eight.
Life’s oh so fast.
I’m near the gate.

Should I not weep
For time erased?
Or relish the hour
And savor the taste.

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Origami

Sadako Sasaki was Japanese.
Her task barely started,
She folded with ease.
Now dearly departed,
With dreams of world peace.
Nearly one thousand cranes,
And still war does not cease.
Just her statue remains,
After such pleated pleasure.
Nearly one thousand cranes,
For too lofty a treasure.

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