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
Autumnal bushels.
Late stage capitalism.
Tax-loss harvesting.
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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.
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XV
A fragile tear perched
On a cheek hesitates to
Commit to the fall.