From the Balcony
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from the balcony
a sea of spring green
sweeps to the horizon |
Barbara |
newly gathered shells
are laid on fine linen |
Karen |
such intricacy
this masterpiece embroidered
by candlelight |
Barbara |
ten fingers, ten toes
we count each one twice |
Karen |
sharing their joy
with sushi for all
under the shade |
Barbara |
the sound of the gong
the Master’s deep bow |
Karen |
up from below–
no longer trapped
free to breathe fresh air |
Barbara |
tropical storms
raging on in Manila |
Karen |
at sunset
sips of cheap whiskey
with hibiscus tea |
Barbara |
strange images
distilled in this moment |
Karen |
inexplicable praise
and rewards for a poem
I didn’t write |
Barbara |
clusters of stars and
still this cold, cold |
Karen |
a spring junicho by Barbara A. Taylor (Australia) and Karen Cesar (USA)
