first night
of the lantern festival
the blare of fire sirens

not the light
of airplanes nor low
hanging stars, but lanterns

wish for
a lantern launching:
that this one should fly

go! go! go!
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every morning at 6
that dog down the street barking
through bare winter trees

brushing grave
paper ash from
a black sweater

animated chat
across the subway car
in Sign Language