sculpture garden
the venerable form
of an old fig
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salt air
flotsam flows out
with the tide
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village park
trying not to enjoy
the rabbit
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eye contact
the magpie and I
connect
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cane country
fruit bats fly over
an apricot moon
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dying day
the lighthouse beam
pulsating
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