Β Meteorology
A man folds up a red umbrella.
The wet asphalt glares
and through squinting eyes you see:
in myriad raindrops on tree leaves,
translucent like fish eggs,
the reviving sun
multiplies.
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The Protest
I thoughtlessly encroached
upon the fief of wild geranium,
and from beneath my feet exploded
indignant perfume.
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Roof
The roof of a house.
And behind it, a mountain.
A resemblance of shapes.
Self-preservation
by copying what endures.
In much the same way a child
repeats its parents
until it gradually fills a slot
in the geography
of the inherited world
turning it into home.
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