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Try to catch the wind.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.
 
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
 
Winds sway maple trees
leaves drop like butterflies
falling to the warm earth.
 
What discus player 
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Main Street?
 
The morning mist roams
back and forth like a
voiceless wanderer.
 
More starling than
that windowpane red with sun
are your ice blue eyes.
 
Deep winterset night.
Sleepless stars glide through the sky
in aerial ballet.
 
Even Goya's portraits
are less intriguing than faces
of frost on my window.
 
A snowflake
falls in my surprised eyes
...all is black.