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A crescent moon
the solitary stares
between the cattle.

Light circles out
perfectly
the swan’s soft landing.

grandma’s garden
when my childhood
had a mother.

moon to moon
the gravity
of well waters.

in a great silence
before the snow slide
just the mountain and I.

busy corner
traffic light green
in their passing eyes.

pond mist
being alone
in the voice of the frog.

snow falls
such afar away budding
to the cherry trees.