The First Hello (Poem #117)

This moment,

shall remain in my mind,

til the last second I can remember,

as one of the greatest moments of pure passion in my life.

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Now isn’t that a sight (Poem #108)

The street burst,

clicks of heels,

dashing of dress shoes,

snuffling sneakers,

and the misfortune muffles of my flip flops.

I should have known better,

it rained,

I slipped,

and it really was a disarray of minute proportion,

yet to me,

if front of all those strangers,

that would be their one impression;

a foreign blond girl in trashy sandals falling on her ass in a puddle in the busy street of Tokyo holding a McDonald’s bag…

now isn’t that a sight!

Itsukushima Shrine (Poem #98)

Red and orange hide the blue sky,

each second they flood my vision,

soon it is all I see,

it overtakes the sight of the leaves and branches,

I become mesmerized,

focusing only on the next glimpse of red I will get,

holding onto the idea that they will never end,

then I turn and I see it with all of it’s glory.

No reds,

no oranges,

yet that is what makes it beautiful,

the contrast of stone to red,

and intricate marksmanship

to nature.