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beyond the big city lights,
a moon looms.
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
This is a trick question that can only logically have one answer. It’s more of a logic / linguistic test than a prompt.
First of all, it can’t be a skill that one has, is secret, and that one blabs about on the internet.
So, the only “secret skill” that one could discuss wishing that one had on the worldwide web must be the ability to keep a secret.
Not really a problem area for me as, being a introvert, I’m pretty tight lipped by nature.
What is your favorite type of weather?
Depends on whether I’m outside or inside. If the former, I favor the partly cloudy to sunny range, depending on how brutal or gentle the sun is, respectively. If the latter, I’ve got nothing against a cleansing torrential downpour.

water lilies stand
confidently, while herons
step warily.

a turtle
slips into the water:
no sound / no ripple.
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
I have no interest in tattoos. I’m with the Buddhists on “all is impermanence” and the idea that there is some message that would be poignant for the rest of my days seems silly and unlikely.
Plus I’ve seen so many bad ones: faces that look demented, Chinese characters that make no sense (and/or are upside-down or sideways.) So, no thanks.

Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
And Immortality.
We slowly drove — He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labour and my leisure too,
For His Civility —
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess — in the Ring —
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
Or rather - He passed us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground-
Since then - ‘tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity -
What is one word that describes you?
Alive

the rice fields
are at their most verdant;
scent of rain.