She drinks the coffee
With such a delicacy
That I long for youth.
The rain from last night
Forms mirrors on the railing--
Dark bushes look up.
In the car's back seat
A child is sleeping alone;
There is no danger.
Beyond all vision,
Birds chirp with irritation--
Cacophony of crows.
More leaves have been trapped
In unwitting spider's web.
A falling of Fall.
My pen does not write.
Are my thoughts also empty?
I need a refill.
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