Cherry blossom petals 

My favorite spring snow

Sweet smelling, fresh 

Floating on the breeze

Tiny ballerinas that chasse

Journeying to unite

With their kin

Cotton candy mounds 

On pavement 

Gentle breezes creating 

Terrifying pink tornados 

For micro hard workers

Intensely collecting

Tiny fragile petals piles

Calling kicking

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This poem, from many years ago, is a fantasy about the liminal stage of a rite of passage. Looking back, I can see Celtic sensibility here that I was previously unaware of.

A Man I Know

A man I know stood beside me.

Looking up at paradise birds

in flight,

he reflected their colours

with steel eyes in blinding

scintillations. Carefully,

he began to speak:

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