blackbird and river—
their constant conversation
in different tongues
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Know
How much do you know,
blackbird on my garden gate,
of the storm to come?
Yearning
midwinter morning—
yearning for the first blossom
on the backyard plum
Thief
Little mango thief,
rivulets of golden juice
dribble down your chin.
Snow
Blackbird stops to stare—
every branch of the plum tree
is covered with snow!
Desire
in a photograph
plum blossoms my heart desired
forty years ago
Dreams
A blooming plum tree
keeps appearing in my dreams
on the coldest nights.
