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for Cindy Ji
People shape lives like boats shape water. They move in and about and make ripples of smooth glass. Their course echoes, it flits and scuttles and spreads all around. Some wakes are large some wakes are small some carry very very far reflections dance and melt; light dazzles and glances, as boats stir and drag the sea Our courses are set to cross and a very delightful swell precedes you.
for Li Chang
I remember fondly hours that we shared. You grafted in so wonderfully and infused that fall with welcomes and fantastic premiers. You seemed so fearless. Facing up to every opportunity with a smile. So new, yet so familiar. You handled yourself like an explorer seeing all that you could see. My friend, you were a piece of our home. My brother, or nearest to it, I hope I hope that we will meet again.
Limericks have rhythm and cadence. They rhyme and they match and they make sense. They follow the rules teachers teach kids in schools but in the real world some things dont work out like that and you just have to go with it.
for Pam
To write the poem that is you is to roll a bunch of big words and important words and welcome words into something fun and friendly. In the best of ways you percolate down into the day and thrive there. You stick people together with this effervescent aptitude, its yellow, very yellow, such delight. It gets me all up mixed, you see. Cramming sunshine and democracy, because they seem so disjunctive until you make bright of heavy matters. And people take notice. So soon when youre far and known and being more of you I will point proud and say She is mine. And I am yours. Forever and quite strongly there will be us two.
You see, to form a sound of sweetness takes not aim but careful planning, thought, perhaps a colon. Some poetrys an art and somes a game, for every piece of beautys somehow stolen.
for Mom
you reach beyond reaching with arms forever wide like as to embrace everyone. some marvelous sweeping curve that says welcome welcome never calculating but always so sincere. you wrap us up and roll us out in some expert fashion that I have never gotten the grasp of. some delicate timing that knows when to do everything. you harbor from the world and shuffle folks back in so well. seamless. As in: you always know when to hold or to release or to push me. love
for Dad
you contain multitudes that are completely in alignment. you teem with knowledge, wisdom science, progress and never spill over. the widest expanse folds up inside your pocket and you carry it like car keys, some average thing. you do not lurch or strain, even gleam in holding such. you sit still, unassuming and just have it at the ready. you do not protrude; you do not waver; you are a calm quiet with magnificent rolling clouds inside. you are special, you act it not, which makes you more so to me.
Take care, my friend, to use your time so well that those with whom you spend it are amazed. Fear not the sprawling world beyond your shell, for to the corners lay your trails, unblazed. And on your way aim always to progress, be true to you and live a life so free. At times your path may not lead to success, at those points, friend, be happy just to be. For wandrers, we all are, so none can boast Though some may get to places far and high, and claim themselves the best, the first, the most, that gives them just a what and not a why. And in the end the what will all be gone, but echoes of mens whys will carry on.