subtle games

If you are the wind and

if I am an oak tree,

let us listen to the

subtle games of your hand

passing through mine.

© Jacob S. García

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letter to everyone

Today the poet is a letter to everyone…

You open it…It says…

…Hope…

© Jacob S. García

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Particles

Sunlight, resplendent with dancing

Particles of iridescent hues in the light

And the one great turning light

Of the sun, my soul

Is dancing with you

Without feet, they dance.

With the light in your eyes

Can you see them

When I whisper in your ear?

© Jacob S. García

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