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old stone well
an eagle over our farmhouse
alone in the sky.

listening to crickets
their songs and their pauses
from the stone well.

winter fog
the drip, drip of willows
to the river.

as summer falls
the shrill of the cicadas
unaware of dying.

spring morning
our naked peach tree
pregnant with buds.

sunrise sea
breathing the air
full of gulls.