Four Poems
while out of nothing venture
Moment, witness, grief
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Lines of maples stand
uncounted despite a rash
of ardent counting
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Wave witnessing off?
she chuckles happenings not
witnessed wouldn’t be
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Cabbages resist
openings their heartless hearts
unashamed conceal
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The Dog Star 
One Response to “Four Poems”
Love the heartless hearts of cabbages, unashamed. And the rash of ardent counting.