no water lilies
but rock reflections
in the winter pond
I look for beauty
in
the cold and gray
Jackie Chou
a
stone Buddha
on the garden path
reminds me
it was
many years ago
I last lit incense
Jackie Chou
two blue-tailed birds
hopping in and out
of a fallen tree
all the things I cannot name
on
my midday walk
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the sky tonight
bereft of the moon
and stars...
I write a love poem
about
airplanes
Jackie Chou
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