Lanka’s Neighborhood

hyper cyclops girl
oblivious to pink eye
runs about the store

on her morning run
swimming through misty kisses
of curious fog

four year old wisdom
"that tree needs to grow bigger"
rose bush listening

their quality time
mom just chattering away
son's ear buds still in

iron bridge creaking
into the warm morning sun
waking up each joint

boyfriend and girlfriend
testing out physical laws
running hand in hand

on the pink scooter
leading her children to school
the grooviest mom

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still morning sidewalk
popped out of my reverie
by a bubble wand

in recognition
her hopeful smile widening
the fourth time we pass

tinted glass windshield
trying so hard to be seen
such chic sunglasses

raising my window
crazy man on the corner
yelling at the car

father and daughter
exchange half-hearted lectures
"no more couch jumping"

drowned under their song
the narrow path caught swirling
a sea of blackbirds

sparkling in spring light
spinning from a single thread
thin caterpillar

inappropriate
these men pulling on their beards
during work luncheons

black and white ahead
I start talking to myself
so that the skunk knows

her nose starts to twitch
rustling in the bone-dry weeds
four jack rabbit ears

Saturday at dawn
looking for a nutcracker
for noisy squirrels

cinders like fireflies
the summer she turned sixteen
a bonfire of loss

his two grown daughters
anchor him on either side
his last beach visit

small trajectories
the straw wrapper taking flight
across the table

playing with mirrors
determined to see himself
to infinity

opening the book
to find a photo bookmark
a child, date, and age

her eyes shift skyward
to find the familiar moon
staying up past noon

the youthful maestro
convinced of the recorder's
infallible song

waking from a nap
the shadows of mini-blinds
edged with afternoon

kitten in her lap
the sleeping ball of black fur
rising and falling

places I can't reach
droplets running down your spine
from the drowning pool

  Clare is an adorable and approachable lady,when I first meet her, I thought that perhaps she was too introverted to deal with others,as it turned out,I found that she is out going and cnsiderable, in addition, she is full of curiosity and imagination,she can always come up with many astonishing notions,she is a genuis.

  Once we were chatting at a restaurant and we talked about our careers in the future,to my surprise,she said that she wants to be an oral interpretation,I know she is good in languages,but there're many alternatives she can apply to,I'm not saying that an oral interpretation is not an appropiate choice, but it's too serious to her,this job is thought of as a monotonous one.

  After I said that,she said that she can't think of any other jobs better than it,she said she doesn't have many exetraordinary telants,the only skill she is capable is to tranlate a language into another.I told her that I will support whatsoever she deside to do,but I totally oppose one thing she just mentioned,I view her as a brilliant person ever since I've known her.

This book was the best-seller last week,the auther of it is an exetremely skillful writer,he is  good at depicting natural senaries,he can let the still solid looks vibrant and realistical,when I was reading his novel,I feeled like I was on the spot.moreover,he can always come up with many brand new ideas,also,he is genius at discribing characters' personalities,some are adorable,pleasant,and sociable,on the contrary,others are evil,foxy,and downright bad tempered.I'v read all of his books and turn out to find out that he wasn't high educated on an indivual introduce paper,he was just a junior educated ordinary person,but what he wrote were so amazing!It gave me an inspiration of that even a normal person can do something that astonish the world,no one should give him or herself because all of us are burn to be significant and should sacrifice something to our society. 

summertime's hot winds
bending over the cell phone
finger in my ear

mentally tracing
the outline and deep shadows
of a charmed necklace

near the garbage can
with lettuce and feta cheese
abandoned rabbit

demolition days
the sand castle's western wall
welcoming the tide

waking in the night
fingertips along the wall
to guide her way home

teasing the kite string
dragon huffing and puffing
to a crystal sky

voracious vacuum
grabs hold of the tasseled rug
for some tug o' war

still in the driveway
reading the new manual
cover to cover

summer's first delight
the ripened apricot held
between tongue and cheek

fingering fabric
wondering what it would take
to mismeasure you

1.I prefer commute to and from school by carto by MRT, aside from the convenience of the car, I wouldn't have to wait

   with the crowned.

2.Only a minority of the members of the commettee agreed to dicrease the tax from the citizens.

3.He is an extraordinary person,his demeanors are exfetremely bizarre,he treats others execessively good.For

  instance,he yields his seat to almost everyone on the bus,even if the person is stronger than himself, he goes as far 

  as to buy toys for the child he's just known on the bus. 

4.I always feel refreshed after I finished my breakfast,then I can go back and forth to run errands for a whole morning.

5.Althouth these students are high IQed,they are still vary in personalities,and they ofen have conflicts either.