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The marsh senses spring
Hopes are held hard in check
Disappointment crashes
Ice sheets below the surface.

865

Off the road and down a path
Cool tide laps a pebbled beach
Clothes left outside the frame.

792

Snow on dark branches

An infinite spider’s web

Suspended bridge.

771

Emerging from the fog
I can see I was the man I saw
So lost and blind to me.

Regaining senses
Standing in winter’s bite
Finding direction.

488

Lonesome with the moon;

She has countless admirers,

I can see my breath.

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