red traffic light
the cup of hot coffee
from its holder
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late night drinks
loose in my pocket
our hotel key
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wet Sunday
the boathouse
at the bend of the river
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August thaw
the wet ice
I walked to work on
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Aurora lights–
the silence starts
on our cruise ship
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waves to and fro
quickening the sand
held in our toes
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twilight walk–
in every rain puddle
leaving the moon
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whirring
with the autumn winds
the sounds of Gum leaves
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whooshing in
a branch drops snow
to balance the crow
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cornfield
the horizon’s
black cloud-head