Three Poems for Thay

The Flower of Calm Looking deeply Into the heart of the bud, I adjust my lens. Like the flower I photograph, I am opening up. My eyes blossom with calm.

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Bees Being

Listening deeply To the nature of my anxiety I hear the warm, swarming sound Of bees being above me. They are buzzing happily, unbusily, As they circle around the sweetness That rests Inside my being.

Smiling Form

The clouds today Are floating in my tea. They wet every line Of my poetry. Every word soaks Up the ink of the sun So that I may offer you This smiling form.

By Jamyson Clair Vining

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