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First Day 20/12/24

Dec 20, 2024
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Updated: Dec 27, 2024

Fresh Paint

Tastes of two hemispheres

picked green skirting,

glossy copper pipes,

and winking orange windows.


Far from family they came home,

across a patchwork city built

in their mold.


Stairs rang to leaving feet.

A door closed.

Homeowners exhaled,

they were alone,

save for the smile of fresh paint.



87

Learning is a lifestyle,

in any place, age, or day.


Sympathy from a bus driver,

who saw me trip in the rain.


Music from a practicing friend,

who made his cello sing for me alone.


Patience from a young professor,

to whom I ranted in my bombast.


Faith from a shrine,

where my god never walked.


I would go on, I could,

but time is short,

and we must each

yet find our teachers.








 
 
 

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