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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Zen OlearyTimeline (1943 - ) |
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Words jumble in my brain.
They glisten like casualties of meaning. Your light has torn my soul into deliciousness. We eat tortillas slowly under banana trees. Morning licks its face and purrs. You appear as my day and I swim into you like a hungry fish.
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Ivan
M. Granger's original poetry, stories and commentaries are Copyright ©
2002 - 2008 by Ivan M. Granger.
All other material is copyrighted by the respective authors, translators and/or
publishers.