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Canoeist

hand baling

the white water out

Loneliness

The moon departs

with the lake‘s shine

Around the bay

an immense sunlight

expands the tide

Children‘s beach

our ―Come back out loves‖

lost in the wind

No winter as cold

as those concrete seats…

grandmother‘s garden

While I passed their rooms

the school of Geisha

serving perfect teas

Ripe tomatoes…

blood warm in the glass house

the winter sun

Lime-stone caves

letting my phone film

a million years

The fragrant candles…

our dinner

small talked out

Meteor passing

a sign the earth

is still of the stars