beach
walking
weight of the ages
in
rock-filled pockets
Steve
Bahr
funeral march—
incense
fills
the street
Daipayan
Nair
*
morning glory—
she smiles until
she
doesn't
Daipayan Nair
cool breeze
on this autumn night
I listen
to the warm whispers
of
a love story
David He
*
the fresh smell
of newspaper...
my parents
sip their coffee
without
any words
David He
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