Silent
as the hawk
Roosting

in shaded hollows
under the first stars

Frost
closes over      alters
morning’s outlines

 

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Start as we do
Steady

The tedium of worry
unbalances

what we see

And suddenly
the ghost
glistens

 

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Listening
a lowly attendant

to the depth
of the sensitive field

of vision

We encounter ourselves
growing