Autumn strings humming
plucked by musical fingers
overhead the swans' wings.
...
Frog syncopation
beats down pond timpani on
water like a gong.
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Lines cast across sky.
Clouds grey daylight with rain wet,
fish caught, leaves glitter.
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Swans, between two ponds,
fly from their wet looking glass,
angel wings sounding.
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Sky boatmen catch in
tangled nets as bright fish jump,
stars, through twigs rising.
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Inspecting a nest hung high
on a dry stalk I am
caught tom-peeping.
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It is my address on the blank
envelope of your absence.
No sorrow. No regret.
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A dear old dam it is
this circumscribed, manly construction,
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