Look you
Marked for love
What pants
What sweater
What blue space
Next to star
Hangs on you
What drapes close
And open revealing
A kiss finally
Summer
Buds
Caterpillar
Piano noise
Coming off the street
Seeds
How does one keep cool
Be more sure-footed
Be important
Ha, what sound
From what foam
Bubbling from a stream
Laugh like an old man
Count the cats
And sometimes
This is enough
Birds float by the sun
What sometimes
And, lastly, and all to well
What have I done
Fallen asleep
Like everyone.
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