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02-10-09

Geese
descend again, then
again

A hawk circles
Silently searching
for flight

Geese rest
in the field
Until tomorrow

My wish?
To be an original.
Derivative, to be sure;
but a new combination,
an impossible individual.
Will you
be an original, too?

Sparrows splash
Warm
puddles

A gull’s call
A passing
cloud

A gull’s call
A passing
bus

I am once
Sprouted from this air,
that soil

New moon
Same wind through
the same trees

Geese rise
in morning light – I step
onto wet sand

Bring on
winter’s night – Only spare me
the wind