Machine passing by,
Followed behind by a fuel truck;
All's well on the road.
Gray and white and green
With light brown as the background--
Colors of morning.
Sitting and munching,
Olivia in the barn;
(Colette shows her ass.)
Dancing in the road,
Reflections in a pot hole;
Mirrors everywhere.
The loud whirling stream
Turns into quiet eddy,
And then rushes on.
Footprints in the snow,
Asking so many questions:
Who or what? When? Why?
Fat, staring snow fish
Sees just what's in back of him,
I borrow his eye.
With its back secure,
Sapling and its tall neighbor
Cover each other.
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