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Zhanna P. Rader, US
 

 

 

 

Renhai

 

An Encounter

Vaughn Seward, CA (vs) and Zhanna P. Rader, US (zh.r)
 

The boy runs ahead,
pulling me by a long string—
I soar up-up-up...   
/vs

A violet friend comes near—  /vs
we dive and glide together.   
/zh.r

Circling each other,
getting dangerously close—
down... down-down...   
/zh.r

 

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Renhai

 

A Share of the Tree

Zhanna P. Rader, US (zh.r) and Vaughn Seward, CA (vs)

 

Chewing... chewing
with millions of others
in a green maple.   
/zh.r

A branch, near the top—   /vs
this leaf, now just lace.   
/zh.r

A Baltimore oriole
warbles a song close by—
I crawl under.   
/vs

 

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Renhai

 

A Warm Reception

Zhanna P. Rader, US (zh.r) and Vaughn Seward, CA (vs)

 

A slow descent
on a frosty afternoon—
my star-like glitter.   
/zh.r

All around, others like me...   /vs
still uniquely different.   
/zh.r

Soft landing
on a child's smiling face—
very, very warm.   
/vs

 

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Renhai

 

Made to Please

Zhanna P. Rader, US (zh.r) and Vaughn Seward, CA (vs)

 

In a small hand,
I glide across the paper—
the trees, a house... red.   
/zh.r

Last week, strong and tall—   /vs
Now I'm just a little stub.   
/zh.r

The puppy's face
grows larger, comes closer—
teeth and gums...   
/vs

 

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Renhai

 

From, To, & In-Between

Zhanna P. Rader, US (zh.r) and Vaughn Seward, CA (vs)

 

In a small hand,
I glide across the paper—
the trees, a house... red.   
/zh.r

A dark cardboard chamber—   /vs
"Let me out! Let me out!"   
/zh.r

The puppy's face
grows larger, comes closer—
teeth and gums...   
/vs

 

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Solo Renhai

Green to Golden
 

From a green bud,
I emerge into sunshine,
the wind checks my strength.   

A raven drops its "hello"—   
swooshing sound of the rain.   

Color-changing time—
many break off and swirl down;
I join the fun.   

 

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Solo Renhai

My Ways
 

Tight pouch with wee ones,
I tail-hold to a tree branch—
late-winter wind.   

This night, so hungry...   
a backyard garbage can.   

Suddenly, a man—
I faint looking dead,
smelling bad.   

 

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