Pulling weeds at dusk --
a tiny lizard escapes
the next handful.
Pulling weeds at dusk --
winds blow clouds --
white crescent moon.
Pulling weeds at dusk,
I smile at small lizards
who scurry away.
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Monday, August 3, 2015
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