John O'Malley Biography

On the way to work each morning you walk by her:
in green grass, face upward, horseless and bronze-armored.

Not once has she glimpsed at your office building
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Riding boots on
You came forward in the manner of sorrow

At my window
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After my guide said chao,
I waited to see you again.
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Beyond the Atlantic's pale blue,
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On silver wing, a rainbow word
Soars above one dream of yours

This word of bent light is made
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Here, look at this moon:
See it walk through Beijing, pass a blood red palace,
Dip into white jade petals.
Together I bring you two
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