Lake

Moonlight flows off his bed

The reflection seeps in a dream

Fern Lake, Lotus pond but a mile long

His feet push the clear waves

Drift through lilies, open up a path

An ode to moonlight.

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Early Rains

My shadow the only shade;

I run home to open windows.

A crow laughs over seven lanes

And flies seven streets,

A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.

The airs cool when the lane dips,

And soft rain drips glass buttons.