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autumn breeze—
shadows of wheat
in the waving wheat
asked to guess
I turn my face
to the heavens
offshore
breeze—
a girl with wild gestures
where the wave breaks
at the limit of audibility
the rare bird
I’ve just heard of
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daylight savings time . . .
raking leaves
into the dark
overnight flight—
how slowly light comes
around the world
city morning
a crane lifts its shadow
up the wall
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