Round
When the evening sends messages
To the Crane as it flies through night-mist mauve,
And the chattering of small shore-side mammals
Answer’s Mayfly
Spinner snow,
The moment when I breathe
Breaks
The trance,____light fading.
Hear the silver.____________See the tone.
Smooth
Here it was on break-wall, street above
Water flow below,
We kissed.
We spoke
Of time and places
Where we had been and wished to go.
Rough
The storm is near.
Hardly, a day goes by.
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