green apples
the child paint them
red, yellow and blue
tea house
next table's jasmine
takes the scent
a titanic dream
tore up by an iceberg
first Atlantic crossing
the forest floor crevice
a chilling quiet after
the catfish was taken
from the meditative quiet
of the forest floor crevice
the angler's struggling catfish
sticking out of the saucer
after the meal
catfish's whiskers
between me, the moon
and a boat on the beach
loneliness
that apple flower song
our heart blossoms with
the memory of a little girl
january arrival at the tropics
the japanese girl's
rosy apple cheeks
green apples
the boy paints them
red, yellow and blue
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