empty field
the sound of church bells
from the hilltops
driving to church
and in the rearview mirror—
darkness
and in the rearview mirror—
darkness
through churchyard mist
a stone angel
forming
through the open arms of Jesus
a sunbeam
sunlight finds the green
in painted glass
step by step
dawnlight stretches
across the hopscotch game
birdsong lifts
between the branches
chalk smudges
into a rainbow
naked in the garden—
only a bird whistles
along the forest path
laughter
to read Goldilocks
under that old oak
sleepwalking
between pine branches
in ter mit tent moon
in the laptop screen
I see myself
hibiscus tea
at the bottom of the cup
a dragon
smiling
beside the family portrait—
crescent moon
(c) Vuong Pham
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