Furry bodies lie,
some as if sleeping, others
twisted by Death’s maul.
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Monday, September 27, 2010
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Not Sure When I Wrote These
Cormorant perched on
twisted metal preens its black
feathers in the sun.
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Morning fog obscures
outlines of trees until sun’s
bright light penetrates.
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Blue waters rise and
fall with white foam as cranes fly
across graying skies.
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The sound of blue waves,
the sight of free cranes in the
sky – these soothe my heart.
twisted metal preens its black
feathers in the sun.
-----------------------
Morning fog obscures
outlines of trees until sun’s
bright light penetrates.
-----------------------
Blue waters rise and
fall with white foam as cranes fly
across graying skies.
-----------------------
The sound of blue waves,
the sight of free cranes in the
sky – these soothe my heart.
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