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BehindThe cornfieldsThe neatly folded storms
Night rainFumbles with the leavesOn the holly tree
Trimmed hedgeAlready feeling its wayTowards shapelessness
The bridge has goneBut the foaming waterIsn't going anywhere
Morning’s blue distanceTurned out to be This afternoon’s parched hill
Somewhere behindThe buzzing, cut-grass-smelling dayThe moon is waiting
Big blue morning;Forget-me-notsFade in a cornfield
The caterpillarsAre already Eating summer
Slow riverLosing its sparkleTo the midges
Clear blueMarbled With lark song
CowCowCowBull
Different wordsBut alwaysThe same poem
Bees singOctober's applesInto the tree
Farmer and crow:Same faceSame job
I tumble Out of my headInto the sunshine
Living in the here and now?I tried thatYesterday
Blackbird waitingFor idea of catTo go away
Tail lightsShuffleUnder the red moon
Stray cat -Monk puts down his broomTo play
A perfect camelliaPerfectlyFading