Best Poem of C.D. Xiang

I Am The Night
I am the night.
I am the cold dank mist that rises and chills the bones.
I dwell, tarrying in the slinking shadows and the darkness that creeps into the soul.
I am the pale eye of the moon-shimmering mockery of the life-giving sun.
I am sound that echoes in the vacuum of silence—
Turning that which is so familiar
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Relish The Idyllic Nature
A tiny shoot
virtually too compact to see
virtually too compact to feel
just commencing
to gain hold in the damp spring soil.

Touch it gently
a brush of the fingertips
coax it towards the sun
imagine its criterion.

Scour the surrounding flowerbed
for intruders who would
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