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Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Sunday, December 1, 2013
If Flowers Could Talk
We are colored and arraigned
To attract butterflies and bees,
Not humans like you, who
Stare at, sniff us, sometimes sneeze...
We bloom, unaware of our
Beauty, no intent to please,
Our colors are about survival,
As we sway on a summer breeze...
Photo by Geoffrey Hamilton, 1955-2011
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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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