Where are you? Here—filing 2025 taxes. We are made To send portion Of what we earn. Yearly dread— A cluttered table With Federal and State forms. Numbers line up, Finding places— No joy, a task. Finally, a refund. I hold it As if it knows What I’ve given.
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Scissors
Sharpened scissors trim frayed corners, Fitting into yesteryears, Pasting moments— Shades of Korean, German, English. Memory words bloom, No lightning strikes silent “e”s. Scissors can’t cut language stone Reforming like ebb and tide. I keep pasting— Fractions to whole to pieces. Blue keeps bleeding. Do not peel the corners Where winters sleep. Even scissors rest. … Continue reading Scissors
Penguins
They line up, Patiently waiting, inching For their turn To jump off the iceberg Into the churning water.
Ring of Fire 