summer romance
waves tickle
the sand
smooth seas
a dolphin pod
becoming waves
in slow motion—
past storms
with no more sound
black sweet tea the fortune teller
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and now I am a scops owl
king of the forest
tiny umbrella
the green leaf catches the
falling raindrops
northern wind—
increasingly rarefied
my breath
campfire tea
the waterfall stained
with tannin
pouring song into the teacup lullaby
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fallen leaves
winter sunshine