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blown away

a ballet of grebe

on wind-swept pond

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shepherding

the notes of a flute

just the wind

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quick-silver runs

on the wave crest – the moon

crashes onto the beach

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where once

my hairline now tumble

white whiskers

.

stealing silver

creeping out – behind a cloud

moon shadows fall

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with the dawn fading

as all that burns bright dims – just

childhood memories

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brightly twinkling stars

constellations in grasses

tread softly through heaven

.

in grasses I left

long may you burn firefly

a wasteland beacon

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in the mirror held

frog’s silvered reflection – still

in the otherworld

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surrounded by waves

pondering – so profoundly

even the mud hears

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soundly – frog stamps

on ripples – the universe

his seal of fate

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from the distant sun

a rash of bursting spots

each wave breaking ashore

brings one thousand storms

upon ten thousand seas

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see crazy chaos

in a seismograph’s scratches

randomly flicking

backwards and forwards –

such poor decision making

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footprints of the wind

each grain removed

left empty – oh

a precarious balance

in the swing of a pendulum

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