Kamiel Choi Biography

I stand next to the ocean
the light of our hotel room
is still reflected on the waves
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How much peace is in an evening walk
of two near strangers at the bay
when they hold hands and gently talk
even if their peace - has gone away
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I will be ninety-five
and I will play my violin
in the shade of a tree
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Poetry is always celebration
or its opposite. Making blackness
the word for everything:
A symbol, a sound,
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I risk an early death by sitting down for this
so listen: my clavicles move like daggers
to write cut-throat poetry for you
no jokes. no mirrors.
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