Roses Never Close
The roses open. They never close again. The blossoms die by spreading and reaching, by spanning and stretching. They don’t...
Ancestor Honor
I look out the dream window at the line of my descendants. I’m afraid there may be a cutoff point...
Wonder-Smitten
At dawn my wonderment established tender ties between me and a towering eucalyptus. I saw, with awe, the startling shades...
Her Fruitful Love
A thousand mangos drop to earth from a single ancient tree. For months I gather from her fallen bounty. How...
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