there's such a lot of world to see

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Poetry, like rain,falls everywhere
but few see it.
Fewer still hear it.

Be still and hear.
Be still and listen.

Touching the high notes,
I swooped down to grasp a passing thought.
That brilliant light sparkled but an instant, and was gone.
Where has it gone?
I want to go too.

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- washing dishes
- goodbye friend Kyoko
The path is sequential but sequestered.
In times like these, strength is needed.
In times like these, there are no spectators.
In times like these, men glimpse the light shining through the fog.

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