half way across why rush past this warm dry rock |
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between goodbye
and her disconnect
his silence
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leaves turn over in the wind the scent of rain |
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pale moon
the wood stork
rising higher and higher
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fireflies in the darkening treeshade— evening thunder |
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birdsong in the garden water falling |
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light rain in the vielle ville summer tourists |
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sunlit reeds the slender line of the bittern's beak |
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nightfall wingbeats of blackbirds deep in the thicket |
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storm's end a solitary willet stares out to sea |
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bright Venus two hawks settle deep in the pine |
