Crow music
Dim sum next to glorious flowers talking
Who will buy me?
My bouquet rainbows
Red orange white purple green stem
Life carries me home
Climbing 114 steps
Arrange me like so many
Perfect Yangon worlds
Create a dream
Yes
Put me in water
On a soft day
Invisible crows in thick branches
Write laughter's dialogue
Bleed letters, ideograms
Chant sutras ring bells
Nothing but the blues in Malamyine, Myanmar
i am a fake person
selling a fake reality
to fake people
where the sound of speech
has no alphabet
creativity has no rules
said a Yangon crow
the end of the world
is down a long labyrinth
without a center
filled with staring voices
a blind man on a train
clicking clacking to Pan Yar Lan
uses a bamboo staff
carries a cup
staff signals pressure
walk slow
trembling through life
blind
Yangon primary students.
Yes. Make it new day by day make it new.
New country, renewal since Mandalay 1.5 years back.
New city - Yangon, traffic jams, new living space on the 8th floor - climbing up flights of cement stairs staring at your feet, walk softly, 114 steps. Exactly. Reminds you of narrow Chinese neighborhood flats, dwellings. Street talk. Habitats for humanity.
Flocks of crows welcome you. I salute the sun.
Caw, caw, swivel black eyes scanning the universe. Wing music.
New language company of educators from global births. Gifted transient masters of their destiny.
Soft gentle light staff. Land of smiles.
Process new sensations.
Happy Halloween!
It's the perfect day to return to Burma. Yes.
Get on your magic broom. Lift off, join clouds.
They should know you by now.
You were in Mandalay spring 2013. Montessori.
Now it's Yangon. Sweet culinary and spiritual bliss.
Help others develop courage. Explore the magical human condition.
Private Burmese school.
Parents rule fool.
Dr. Scary and Mrs. Marbles.
Mandalay fire department.
Burmese females wear flowers in their hair. Everyday.
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