The stare
like an echo of a pungent smell
can be frightening,
the eyes sharp like swords.
One can bleed badly
soaking the garden,
Will flowers grow afterwards?
A basket of untranslated observations
can be burden if not understood.
Don’t let the stare an impediment,
The answer is not to vanish.
The answer is simplicity of a smile
clear as crystal on a happy face.
Tag: smile
a shift
Her eyes are ambiguous,her
stare is not of affection,storm
can start anytime,
trees can start falling.
Then she turns her head
And smiles, someone is
calling her name. Suddenly
the earth is beautiful again.
where did you go
What if I slumber
and you appear in my dream
and you look my way
should I wave
to catch your attention?
If you are looking the other way
should I call your name?
But I don’t know your name.
I remembered you
walking under the cherry blossoms
that seemed so long ago.
Your beauty which I could not deny
was not what I remembered
but your face, a smile,
a mysterious smile
that remained in my heart.
I didn’t see you again.
I visited the cherry blossoms
and waited
but you didn’t return.
Maybe if I dream
a time for
Strolling along First Street, downtown Napa,
one afternoon not too long ago.
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