how visibly
is Laurel changed
out of the waterfall
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talking alone–
in a word
she has no future
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a wing beat–
the hummingbird
catches my eye
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hammock
lightens Sunday’s heat
I sway in
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cutting herbs
I find I am back
to Mother’s meals
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in the earth
who can tell
the future of a seed
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frost
freezes the moons
the puddles hold
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sunset
the last prayers
the Minaret calls
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wind all day–
the web repairs
the spider is caught in
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the ankles
your sari
brushes on stairs