Pushpa Raj Acharya
Grandparents’ Home
A lemon tree
in the garden
the scent of green
and yellow, mixed
with the dewdrops
in the dawn brea
Joy
In a dream last night,
I jumped into a great green lake
I discovered
it was a lake inside a lake inside a lake inside a lake...
where I found:
a wolf's skin
a flute player
a white horse
a red canvas
and the memories
of my grandmother
engraved on stones
Peach Blossoms
We did not see the peach blossoms together
In the High Park
where the Spring clouds wrapped the sun
you watched them bloom
I stopped by the library at St. George Street, at midnight
when the moon dropped
on the canopy of the flowers
Frozen
between pink and white
we are standing
still
and watching
the peach blossoms split pain
into time and joy
Good News
On a branch of a tree
sits a little sparrow.
As time tumbles down from past
rolls up from future
and turns into present
a twig quivers
under the bird’s feet.
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