rainclouds crawl nearer,
like a battle cruiser
inching towards war.
Skirmish Line [Haiku]
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Morning Glories sit,
coolly, in the shadow of
Mexican Sunflowers.



Lush grass covers the plains.
One year it withers; the next, it thrives.
Wildfires burn, but not to eradication.
With Spring winds, it's rejuvenated.
Its aroma floats in to subdue derelict paths.
Vivid green overtakes the ghost town.
I say farewell to departing friends
as intense feeling swells within.
In Chinese [Simplified]:
离离原上草 一岁一枯荣
野火烧不尽 春风吹又生
远芳侵古道 晴翠接荒城
又送王孙去 萋萋满别情
I’ve been learning to juggle. It’s an excellent skill because you have to fail a million times before you can be successful, and you can’t partially fail or fail in a controlled fashion. It’s kind of all or nothing. So, it teaches persistence and to be less prone to becoming demoralized. It also teaches one a lot about how one’s mind works at the speed of instinct.

36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem by Nam Le
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose busom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
As many as I can, but I guess the top ten list (of cities I haven’t been to) would be: Kyoto, Guilin, Rio de Janeiro, Istanbul, Hong Kong, Mexico City, Zanzibar, Lhasa, Santiago, and Havana. [Not necessarily in order.]