Gnome Garden

My mother-in-law has a gnome garden.

Some stand at attention protecting the yard.

Some smoke their pipe not watching guard.

Some dream of the day when they're all free.

Some smile and wave with perpetual glee.

Some head off to the wild beyond.

Some keep to work for the job's never done.

Some wink and whisper, "come over here."

Some have a toad to ward against deer.

By marigold and bee balm and pansy and fern

Each has its place in the garden of gnomes.

translational poetry

with universal love for showing our mind,
with science and technology for withstanding diseases,
and with connotation for predicting future
we sedulously interpret the charm of life science
and annotate the life origin of "people-oriented"
be in the same of life, and pray for the world

books

my books are secluded in an attic
unread, unloved
smothered pages wither in the summer heat
yellowing, curling
growing old waiting for the shelf
will they remember me?