winter gloom . . .a bird folds intoits shadows
night sky —Lucy glows in the solesof her shoes
first light — heaven opens to mehue by hue
rumbling wind —a didgeridoo wakensto my spirit
unrequited love —the triangulationsof the possible
spider thread . . .the shrinking tightropefrom i to thou
mating dance —birds of paradisesquare off
enso gap . . .a spark leaps out ofthe unseen
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