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(For my daughter Sara)

Rice grows
in water from the river.

We both sweat
in the summer sun.

The peace of this place
will capture you.

I think of Buddhist sand paintings
disappearing with the wind.

Alan

Happy New Year! Check out my first kiss of the year here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeqzVO2I5o8

The motorbike putt putts,
diminishing in the afternoon.

The woman sings
from the comfort of a radio.

The ship turns slowly,
slowly on the tide.

All is well.
​All is always, always well.

are dangerous.
That is where

I first glimpsed-
lemon meringue pie

a Maserati
and, oh yes,

my wife
​Daveen.