Through the open door of the stopped train
Wings a small moth, and I can't stop keeping
From watching it do its insect aerobatics and then
Flutter into the open mouth of a man sleeping.
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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- The Long Hug
- Hair Of The Dog
- After The Festival
- Ended Too Soon
- Go-Nin-Gumi 五人組
- Perched Slumber
- Cairo, Egypt, August 2013
- I Should Be Sleeping
- Put It Down, Turn It Off
- It Happened Last Night
- 7 August, Risshu 立秋
- An Approach To What Approacheth
- Shochu Highball
- From My Room
- Waiting For The Storm
- Sound Trucks Of Summer's Peak
- Koshien Summer Baseball Tournament
- Take Cover
- Adagio Sostenuto
- Gyokusai 玉砕
- Aerial Mishap
- Arirang 2013
- Red, White, And Blue
- Galactic Chill
- The Unbowed
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