wrinkled by the persimmon bark my moonshadow |
abandoned high school covered with graffiti covered with ivy |
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stonecutter swings his hammer once sometimes twice |
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trumpeter swan folding and spreading with each step his great webbed feet |
at the bus stop beneath the misletoe that killed this tree |
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listening to the rain the wet spot on the ceiling begins to drip |
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Canadian geese seven minutes before my alarm clock |
red shouldered hawk with feathers ruffled sunrise |