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Saturday, January 17, 2015

All Parallel Lines





 



 Shadows in the house,
Dappling my writing place
Add light to vision.





 Shadows become light
As sun lies down in the snow--
Winter mystery.



 


Transformer hums
On its icy winter perch,
Communicating.



 



 Shy woodpecker taps,
Betrays only his sound
While plane roars above.










Lying garbage pails,
Endless shadows on the road--
All parallel lines.







The stream is frozen,
Still there is the sound of water:
Liquid persistence.







Lying on the snow,
Fallen branch of brown leaves--
A winter bouquet.







Forest is singing
A high pitched song of the ice--
Clear and relentless.






 


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