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Fog Slips Down the Hill

Fog slips down the hill
kissing windows and roads I
slide into my mind
and wonder where you are
who you have become

A Tanka.

lions dancing and
dragons fly in Chinatown
drumming Spring sunset
full of dim sum hot green tea
to the bar gin and tonic

little one you look

so cute in your pink hoodie and

i think how i’ve known

you for ten years little pup

little girl with more gray hairs

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Bowie cancer ate

you and I wonder how you

are up in the stars

Bowie i am here on Earth

listening singing dancing

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breaking into this

i pulled and pried your heart and

tore through something in

you and you you cried so loud

cause no one was supposed to

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