The wind chimes and I
 
have reached an understanding:
 
they speak, I listen.

 
 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
if I could speak your language,
 
we’d have a great talk.

Candles

 
 
 

holiday candles—
 
the things that no one speaks of
 
as the wicks burn down

Smile

 
 
 

In a great city
 
where no one speaks my language,
 
a child smiles at me.