City of Trees

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And if nimble fingers could penetrate the dappled canopy

I could touch light itself.

Or to even brush the fingers of giants,

tracing their palms with my fingers.

I feel an understanding, a knowing.

I too sway;

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The First Encounter

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Oblivious to the ochre sky-
Ensnared in dreams,
As a darker red stains the lips
with sips of yen,
The restrained sentiments,
So agonized in the percolation
of wavering eyes,
The heat of the setting sun
throbbing as the heart,
In time with the other;
At our first encounter.

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To A Miss

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I, dancing in my own bitter disgrace,
Washed and hung out and my mind unaligned,
And with my memory I did erase.

Unable to maintain a fitful pace,
Body and soul so utterly resigned,
I, dancing in my own disgrace.

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