I walk past row on row of granite stones. The grass is usually freshly mown, but lately vegetation doesn't seem to grow, and so, I kneel where seeds have been sown.
A Place of Death [Rubāʿī]
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Wind-Swept Hero [Rubāʿī]
Beyond the house stood half a tree - cleaved in twain, robbed of symmetry; leaning like a wind-swept hero, it could still shade a reverie.
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POEM: Parallax [a Rubāʿī]
The grass is growing through the cracks,
but each man’s view is parallax.
So, while it seems ill-kempt to one,
others are charmed by the same facts.
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POEM: EXPLORE! [a Rubāʿī]
Go seek the ill-trodden pathway,
the well-sheltered cove, strait, or bay —
the inn where few have known to stay,
&
isles known only to castaways.
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