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Monday, March 07, 2016

Visual Echo


 








You were born this day;
Gone for nearly nineteen years.
I still hear you laugh.



















Wild geese distant cries
Floating through the blue gray mist
Appear--Disappear.


















Blue jay and the squirrel
Partake in a joint breakfast.
Squirrel stays--blue jay flees.

















Brown pine cones, beige earth--
Early springtime but no blooms.
Gray clouds move slowly.





















Floating through the sky
Hawk becomes its own shadow:
Visual echo.






















Bedded in snow bank
Fallen leaf has found its home,
'Til both are washed away.



















Pathway in the woods
Has no beginning or end--
Only mystery.



























Such a gentle tap;
Such a giant woodpecker;
Then both disappear.






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