Conversations witn Crane Haven

Sudden profusion:
bursting open everywhere
along the roadside-
the fullness of daffodills
heralding spring's arrival.


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rising stars
from my house to yours
six constellations

fifi


despite the distance,
across the river of stars,
we join in spirit.

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lost pilgrim
can't recognize the stars
strange heaven

fifi


In an ink dark sky
all covered over with mist:
the sound of black crows.

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learning to paint
transform my ink drops
into crows

fifi


Crows' blackness
flying off your white page
steals away my voice...

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invisible crows
on your white page
black isn't a colour

fifi


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