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even some beauty
in my phone’s close-up
the crow staring back

in the blackened hailstorm
we can only watch
the dinting of cars

easy to add more
to my charcoal sketch
the soundless gulls

a school boy fishing
his get-lost kiss
to the train on the bridge

our talk over blackberries
across the table
her sweet purple lips

being fog
the cloak around the reeds
slides softly to the pond