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Closure

Saturday, May 29, 2010

And there he stood under the desert sky
Until what could have been
Was scarce but a dying ember.
Even he, with flame-scarred wing,
will at last relearn to fly;
And his tarnished conviction,
Forsaken once with a sigh,
Need no longer be slave to “I remember.”

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bergamot kisses

Monday, January 2, 2006

by Nalin Ratnayake
methane beyond the glass staggered
warms my feet like the bergamot wafting
from my tea warms the soul.
ah… perfumed lifeblood, and caffeinated too,
sharpening the mind as the hours get late
and the rain taps the windowsill for the fourth day running.
I remember mornings, earl grey steaming
from a microwave just beside the bed,
and a little pan that [...]

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