alone in the woods . the cool shade repeats the lies . of the sun’s intent
for today’s forecast . we cannot look to the east . where the sun rises
on a calm surface . everything else becomes . just an afterthought
if a small tree falls . in the city, chances are . it was knocked over
as the river flows . by, it is indifferent . to what is above
the curtain rises . while the audience still sleeps . the play has begun
when the lilacs bloom . filling the air with fragrance . the snow shovel’s done
the river flows free . influenced by the constraints . built to contain it
a drop of water . passes, never to return . to the same river
the surface tension . between the wind and water . produces diamonds
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