Two Micro-Poems
The thunder of
People’s choice
ripped off
my sweet slumber.
I won’t take a nap again,
even if the weather forecast
shows me a sunny day.
Toward south,
you were aligned
to the swallows.
Toward north,
I was aligned
to the flamingos.
For a moment,
we crossed each other
on the shore.
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