At the sunflower Field

The farmer
charged you $15
for picking some flowers.

You, smart one, picked more than 
the flowers: the songs, smiles of 
the jovial gathering of the strangers.

In the sea of the giant blossoms,
no broken hearts of seagulls;
you can only smell the scent
of the waves;
and the day ebbs.

©Byung A. Fallgren

Great within Sabby

Jumbled clothes;
rocks on the beach;
depends on how well matched
in hues, shapes, tastes,
shabby can turn great. 

–Byung A. Fallgren

In the Moaning of Moon

Stealthily, CO2 level rises everyday,

so does the greenhouse effect, and more.

Earth, like elderly woman pants.

sweats, feverish.

Trees breathe in CO2, as the girl coughs.
She watches the moon, worrying
for her dog suffering from skin dieses;

She wants to know why the dog's 
condition worsens despite all the care.

You must use sun-block lotion, she says
to her pet. The moon moans. The girl and
the dog don't know why the moon is sad,
but the Earth knows;
she shivers in fear of what would happen
if more forests disappear;
if factories emit more CO2,
as if the leaves of our senses are falling
in the wind. Moon kisses on the trees,
the leaves that wouldn't fall, lest CO2 level
creeps up when they are gone; Haning on
to the trees till the next spring;
till the new leaves appear; new vigor.

©Byung A. Fallgren

July

Two big days:
his birthday and Daughter's 
wedding anniversary; two road trips,
and the half of the year gone;
like the daylilies' bloom.

Boiling heat,
frog on the lily pad meditates;
as the thunder growls 
in the dark clouds, with no drops;
rains of the man on the street. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Witching Hour

A squirrel on the road,
veer it, hit the guardrail;
in the rearview, see it
scurry away; sigh.

A squirrel on the handrail,
watches me watch it;
what is it thinking,
the day's stunt?

©Byung A. Fallgren

Wee Hour

A tiny voice:
"At the grand daughter's 
high school graduation,
face the aggressive in-law,
just relax and enjoy the happy day."

 

The Old

Don't like the past works,
but find in them a tiny grain of gold
that enhanced the soul?

Study the new with heightened eyes
and tongue; late bloomed or not;
old is gold. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Power Out!
by Hayley Broadway

Power out!
All dark and black...
Fret not
Body bumps
Hand gliding softly
Feet and the floor
Rug! another rug!
Budy bumping into another
We mesh and dance swiftly
Away in the dark

Hayley Broadway is a deaf blind researcher
and protractile educator working on 
several grants projects, including a national 
institutes of health study of language 
acquisition among deaf blind children.
She lives in Austine. 

The Flashbacks

1.
This was where it began;
I ran outside, naked
before my first birthday
to see what all the booming 
from the sky was about.

2.
I was a little bird
in the tiny cage
of the dark space,
learned to not cry
even when hungry.

3.
The skating boy on the pond;
his mom, at the gate of her house, 
stopped me passing by 
to ask a few questions about my parents,
told her son to come home;
his word "No--"
What was in her mind?

In sixth grade graduation,
why he chose me to sing the song?

4.
The old elm with a large hollow 
in the trunk; by his side a shabby cedar tree,
beneath them the well,
the eye watching me watching it,
questing hidden tomorrow

©Byung A. Fallgren