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  • The Transience of New Leaves is Not As Noticeable as Plum Blossoms

    The Skins

    of the plums she
    brought home were the color
    of an intimated dawn. The meat,
    a bright dusk,
    and sour,
    pinched her eyebrows
    together and
    curved her lower lip.

    Coming Upon a Street Dog in the Alley Between the Lanes

    a full well of animal
    fear, giving off the odor of
    blind striking back.
    His eyes were muddy
    sockets of grey jade—

    Playing Chess with My Father After His Stroke

    Before he moves
    the piece to mate me,
    his hand— the hand is

    the instrument of
    the hollow which opens
    at our backs— rests

    on the crowned figure
    almost immaterially
    and his eyes move to

    meet mine, and I
    nearly smack the soapstone
    to pieces on the floor.
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