Sample Poems

CUL-DE-SAC

The face in the mirror

is spare and local,

looking like a small

flower, a tiny

black blossom.

As this flower,

known as “other,” shuts

the door behind her

walks out into the

neighborhood, will you

notice the lively spirit,

the love of the land,

air and sky? She takes

long strides going toward

the dead end of her street.

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