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Empty letter box
down the path
through sunflowers.

Faster with its music
on crowded nights
the old merry-go-round.

Hitchhikers …
growing and growing
their far travelled tales.

In the fifty acres
pitching with the wind …
green rustled corn.

Home lakes
geese cries forgetting
the ocean flight.

Friday night poker
hands dealing into
a square of the moon.

In his autumn days
father talks now
at our fishing spot.

Below our hearing
the guard dog’s chain
pulled tighter.

Summer winds
yet the horse in the stream
turns to my sigh.

The crow pecked at
insect screen
on a warm spring day.