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in solitude
the streaks of the dolphins
guiding our boat.

In the hay barn
two hidden laughs turned to
by the owl.

Limp sails
taking a day to find us
the afternoon swell.

Moonlit walk …
in the strands of your hair
spider threads.

Candles and wine
the white glove moon
on her ring-less hand.

Rain forest
in and out with its torch
the full moon.

Long grass
fresh mown…
the bamboo rake turning green.