a waft of cinnamon
in the mountain village —
her homemade tea
orphanage
someone draws family
on a cold car glass
a waft of cinnamon
in the mountain village —
her homemade tea
orphanage
someone draws family
on a cold car glass
wrinkled hands
adding traditional flavor
to the pickle
converging into a point
the distance
I travelled
henpecked
so young
by smile lines
poll time
our leader’s play
of puzzle cube
patch up meet
sediments in the soup
let to settle
independence day —
a balloon vendor regains
his breath
caged parrot
my boss seems to like
its talk
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