three paths to the summitI take the middle way
followingmy breath—clear skies
winter chilla duck nestlesinto itself
her hairfanning out the windswept beach
sunset—the last rays of suncatch in my throatLeanne Jaeger
a Tawny Frogmouthmerginginto tree bark
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