October 18, 2009

that old

rooster really did

crow three times

while peter slept in a

stained glass window

quick note . . .

the flower's blossom

shuttering

where was i

when you needed me . . .

my picture

staring out of a

post office window?

day lilies . . .

muffling the song's

of koi

words dance

across your forehead

carrying the

same lilies diego

rivera planted

your songs

gecko, guide me

through winter

playing chess

with four persons,

in a mind

that thinks too much . . .

a kin to brother moth?

you forget

to follow through . . .

then winter

words are more

than barkers calling

people to

watch the circus . . .

or a banana split

dusty wind . . .

brown placards with

out words

i'm tired of

jigsaw puzzles and

carousels . . .

twirling me in circles

on empty lots

winter . . .

waiting for last year's

blossoms

as usual,

you play me for

the fool

i am, and think of

me as a wind-up toy

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* The following seven poems are
   dedicated to my friend, Hui Na.

i saw a

star fly past me

into spring

a chinese

dancer asked me if

i wanted

to dance with her in

a basket of lilies

how can i

refuse the spring

i prayed for

hearing you

giggle reminds

me to

let my inner

child out to play

still winter . . .

the quiet of a

nursing whale

nesting on

on a crescent moon . . .

a thunderbird

eating sushi

topped with stars

swim into

the whale's womb . . .

lover's lane

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lay there . . .

send me away

thinking

i won't know how

good it's feeling

one, two, three . . .

a tree line with

big smiles

robert d. wilson

©2009