
DAILY PHOTO: Dutch Square, Melaka
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the early blooms
are wilted; they’ll be gone when
the tight buds open.

the low morning sun
burns through gray clouds; the
still lake looks iced over


a bloom falls to earth;
lit up by the morning sun,
it glows… for a time.


the mountain fog
cannot keep the secrets
of the bare tree.

They say that each and every single fly
Has five thousand lenses in each eye:
A three-sixty view from toes to rump,
And thus I become the fly-swatting chump.
What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?
1.) Teaching English as a Second / Other / Foreign Language
2.) Grand Emperor of the Spiral Arm