come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
brush of a fresh air with morning breeze
glistening sunrise in a crystal drop of dew
calmly, cautiously stretching branches of trees
whimpering of dogs on grass buds with poo
crisply ironed white-blue blanketing the sky
within it, the march of a Spring is nigh
3.21.2022
a crimson Chrystal I found
as a childhood memento
I buried it deep underneath the earth
hope it for it to cast a net of root and grow
buried deep inside, the crimson Chrystal
awaits for its owner
8.11.2020
Deep, deep into the ocean, as you swim, digging yourself further,
You may hold your breath, pushing yourself, counting each new seconds
But perhaps, it might you’d need to set a measuring stick, an invisible one made of crystal
That never changes no matter how strong the wave hits, no matter what animal swims by
So that your lungs will continue to grow before you even know about it.
Perhaps that’s where all the jewelries lie.
5.1.2020
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Ralph with Coffee 