Maturity
I was compelled to stop and watch
her burrowing beneath the patch,
soft elbows resting in the plush,
and at her knees the pastel bunched.
In wistful breeze, her tiny feet
conducted silent symphonies.
She lay entranc'd by wondrous things,
probing for a dandelion's feets.
In terror's haste, a plump black ant,
evicted from its unearthed stand
was snatched off from her soiled wrist,
between her fingers slowly pressed.
Then, she smiled to watch it gone
away among the dandelions.
Craig Friedman
Con So^ng Va` Me.
Bi'ch Ha`
La`ng cu?a me. suo^'t mu`a canh cu*?i
Con ddu*o*`ng vo`ng tim ti'm hoa xoan
Ngu*o*`i ta ddi nho*' hoa`i ca^u ha't
Di.u ma't ve^` sa('c lu.a Ha` DDo^ng
Me. o*i, co' pha?i nga`y xu*a nhu*~ng con so^ng
DDa~ ddi tu*` ca dao ra huye^`n thoa.i ?
Con co` tra('ng bay hoa`i bay ma~i
Ba.c mo^.t tho*`i ve^.t khuye^'t va^`ng tra(ng
So^ng bao nhie^u na(m va^~n cha?y nguye^n do`ng
Lu~y tre xanh tu*`ng dde^m ho` he.n
A'nh tra(ng ta`n nga`y xu*a va^~n the^'
Be^'n cu~ nga`y xu*a bo^`i lo*? dda^u ro^`i ?
Hai mu*o*i na(m tro^i mo^.t nu*?a ddo*`i ngu*o*`i
Con lo*'n le^n theo tha'ng na(m ra ddi cu?a me.
Tuo^?i con so^ng va^~n a^m tha^`m la(.ng le~
Xanh dde^'n tro*`i di.u sa('c lu.a la`ng La .
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