final siren—a newborn sings the songwith its legs
snow’s gentle persistence—the day you wonme over
visiting mumat the hospital—all the other mums
an old friendcomes calling petal breeze . . .
waning crescent—my wedding band mark almost gone
fallen leaves—the path I was onalmost gone
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