I
A road sign awaits
Passersby to reveal
Its only message.
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III
Homo sapiens
Wander carrying engines
To blow fallen leaves.
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II
Drained people hunting
Electricity in a
Plastic wilderness.
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CXXXI
Droplets from dripping
Eaves tap out a fresh quiet
After a soft rain
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A Third Thing, Part II
CXXX
A secret mix of fate and chance makes the present moment.
But a third thing is added that makes it the next moment,
And nobody knows what it is.
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XCVIII
Tax lawyer and arts
Patron dies at ninety-six.
Lesser Medici.
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CXXIX
Sidewalks and tree roots.
Neighbors always discussing
Their place in the world.
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CXXVIII
A security
Device monitors me as
I monitor it
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CXXVII
Spirited spring squirrels
Recover buried treasures
Without secret maps
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CXXVI
Tax-loss harvesting.
Late stage capitalism.
Gleaning the assets.
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CXXV
Green earth strategies.
Sustainability Inc.
Solutioneering.
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CXXIV
Ducks quacking. It’s dark
And I can’t see them, but the
Ducks are still flying.
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CXXIII
A new crescent moon
Sees me admiring it, the
Crescent now a smile.
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CXXII
Lunar months don’t need
Any help from the seasons.
They just need the moon.
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CXXI
A little bridge tops
A little creek. Everyone
Who finds it can cross.
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CXX
A polished stone orb
Sheds its texture to chant a
Mantra of pure shape
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CXIX
Snow melt trickles from
The downspout, swimming across
Cold concrete toward spring.
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CXVIII
Nestling snowflakes
Make a mirage of number.
A blanket of snow.