Poetry

July Morning

I wake to dark sky     and heavy rain    equal in an hour    to 30 inches of snow.      The emergency signal      blares on the radio.Flash floods.People strandedon roofs of cars.Stay off the roads!

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Elegy for Nguyễn Quảng Đào

KIA near Tchepone, Laos 1971 February’s tired handcloses around the lilies.The night air like silk,streams of still waterhold the rotation of starsin your eyes. You arefeather, black wingabove the wounds,above the stripped brownmountains and treesthat

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