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In dappled maple shade
I contemplate —
everything and nothing.

Shadows of leaves finger
planks of cedar deck
and reach for my toes.

Clouds, pink and purple
scud and sail across
the washed out azure sky.

Hawks circle, finches
twitter and hop from
branch to springing branch.

The orchestra of
bull frogs, tree frogs and
crickets haunt the night.

 

 

 

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