Red fish
A fish, red, alone
I a jar
It swims
Round and round
An apple
Seems fresh
Red with tail
In a bowl, crystal
And mirror
And garlic
And sumac
And coin
And…
And; and; and…
And she sings
And some dance
In white shirts, the nomads
Hands, up—down
Go round, round
They welcome Equinox
But South Pole, in six month
Open eye
Nature is beauty; world, small.
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