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Thursday, January 17, 2019

Flowing Nowhere Fast











Shadows on the lawn;
Sun has agreed to come out;
(Of course so will I).















Long shadows on lawn;
(Are they longer in winter?)
Imagination?
































Pine cones on the ground
Camouflaged by their needles--
Brown on brown on brown.

















Chickens are quiet
On the bright freezing morning.
(Saving energy.)





























Shadows round the bend
Always point to mystery--
Just where will they end?



















Between two boulders

A sharp, dark form has appeared--
Shadow or substance?
















Propped against the sun
A luminous dead leaf glows
Refusing to die.














Flowing nowhere fast
Frozen stream is fixed solid--
Liquid memory.




















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