
August Moon
seen them all
tears of grief
delight
beauty of
endurance
©Byung A. Fallgren
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August Moon
seen them all
tears of grief
delight
beauty of
endurance
©Byung A. Fallgren
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My two Haikus are published in The weekly Avocet #403.
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Deep inside ourselves
By Charles Portolano – Fountain Hills, AZ –
cportolano@hotmail.com
Deep in the sea,
oh, deep in the sea
where darkness rules
the warming waters are
percolating causing great grief,
changing migration patterns,
killing our coral reefs.
High in the Alps, the Andres,
high in the Himalayas,
and on both of the Poles
the warming snow
flows down their crying faces
of the once frozen ice, now
escaping into the warming seas.
Rising sea levels,
oh, rising sea levels
now leaves so many homeless
as she takes back her land,
where we all came from
in the beginning of our existence
with our first breath of oxygen.
Breathing in deep is a struggle,
hurts each breath taken
for the young, the old, the sick,
all feel the burn in the back
of their always sore throats,
the endless coughing, just trying
to catch their next breath.
Deep in the back of our minds
where we keep secrets,
we know the end will be coming
for our refusing to choose
a new way to live sharing
fairly all the resources Mother
has to give to all of her children…
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Arches National Park in Utah

The sun, Colorado River, and me.

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Good to be back home to Wyoming. With the Coronavirus
lurking everywhere, needless to say, it was a cautious trip.
I feel fine so far. If this continues for a week, I’d say I am
free of the virus. Thank God. 😊
–Byung A.

Varicose-vein, Toothache, the Travel
My young-blood used to drive me to dare to do
Something more than my body can take:
Lift heavy things even he barely does,
Mow the steep hill in the back of my house,
Indulging in the pleasure of ceasing the wild things,
Ignoring the groans of the blood vessels in the legs.
As years go by the body rebels.
The vessels have enlarged, bulged in silent cry,
I ignore the brief, sharp pains in the leg.
The broken valves, blood pools in the low,
The legs swell, pregnant with a trouble.
Doc suggests I have a surgery to remove
The ailing veins, before getting worse,
But he can do it after nearly two months,
Meanwhile, the molar starts aching,
Wave of painful years of past
Drowns my head beneath the sea blue.
Antibiotic taken lessens the pain,
But the core is still there.
The dentist will remove it after two months–
One of the inconveniences this pandemic brings.
He wants me to join him in traveling north.
Reluctantly I agree, glimpsing
The blot of a bird in the pale sky.
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I’m going on a road trip for two weeks.
With my god’s help, everything will be fine. ♫ : )
Stay well, everyone.
Byung A.

Rainforest Night
by Andrea Ferrari (aferrari@stmariy.edu.ar)
feeble,
the cabin light mocks
overpowering stars in their blue
but cannot hold more than
two or three rows of ghost trees
lichened white
against the pools of black
beyond
like wells of dark water, hanging
songs of creatures swirl the quiet
a moth golden insists on light
like paper
and hovers as my writing
on the shadows of
the night.
Mending a Near-broken Relationship
requires the cool mind of an artist,
keen eyes of a surgeon,
rightness of a judge.
If this sounds overwhelming,
just pretend to be one.
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Who has not had a near-broken relationship in their lifetime, whether it is
a friendship or love-relationship? I have had more than once.
I would fix one that I want to keep. Luckily I have a natural knack for it.
I thank my god for that.
©Byung A. Fallgren

Great Blue Heron and the Avocet. Photo by Kim Sosin–
ksosin@gmail.com
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Heron: “Hey, little one, look at me.”
Avocet: “I saw you.”
Heron: “What do you think?”
Avocet: “You look great. Nothing but looks. Nothing but looks…”
Heron: !?…
Ikebana Art
is the art of flower arranging. Through contemplation, creativity and discipline, like Ikebana offers the opportunity for observing deeply connecting with our natural world: cultivating the understanding and appreciation of
the natural growth of the plants and flowers and love of nature in all its phase.
The long history of Ikebana can be traced back to the 6th century when Buddhism was introduced into Japan from China and Korea. Monks arranged flowers for alters to honor Buddha. Many schools evolved over the centuries. Currently it is taught and practiced in the worldwide community. –Norma Bradley, artist. (normabradley@gmail.com.)


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Arranged Flowers
We bloom once
bloom again
in silent songs
only you can hear.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Talking River Review, Issue 48, Spring 2020 is here.
My poem On the Same Hill first appeared in this issue.
Talking River Review is the magazine for
Lewis-Clark State College in Lewiston, Idaho.
Subscribe or buy a sample issue at www.lcsc.edu/talkingriver.

–Byung A.
When the Quarantine Syndrome Sneaks on You
Your eyes navigate the gray sea of Internet,
Skimming, yet nothing enters in your head,
As your mind drifts back and forth, past and now,
Trivial matters exaggerate, turbid, fester,
Your wife screams, you go berserk.
You are not alone. Take your family for a walk,
Wave to the passersby, smile or say hello.
© Byung A. Fallgren

Photo by Joe Murphy, Linda Holste, (joseph.f.murphy@vanderbilt.edu)
Sandhill Crane.
By now, most of people have adapted to the situations the pandemic
has brought, we like to think so. But truth is there are still many people, especially
younger people, are suffering from so called quarantine-syndrome. I’ve seen
some couples go berserk, talking about divorcing, etc.
Older people seemed to adjust to the time better, despite the vulnerability to
the virus–the benefit of aging. Yet, truth is I begin to feel I’ve had enough of this.
Ugh. Can’t wait…till next year…for the vaccine… But we have to do our best to
stay lucid, defeat the pandemic, and keep our home healthy.