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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Distance Disappears
















Mist shines through the trees;
Sun and rain come together
Obscuring themselves
.










 





The kitchen window
Frames the gray misty forest.
Squirrel trembles on branch.

















The end of the road
Lies right in front of my face--
Distance disappears.





 






 Silhouetted gray
Bare trees stand against the mist
And melt into it.






 






 Lichen covered logs
Glow in the misty morning:
Beacon in the fog.












The stream of dead leaves
Cuts through the melting snow field
To join its sisters.






 






Arrows in the fog
Grow fainter around the bend;
Will they disappear?





 






Two bright yellow eyes
Creeping slowly up the road
Become a small car.













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