
After the rainstorm
Hanging stars on a clothesline
A nighttime project
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After the rainstorm
Hanging stars on a clothesline
A nighttime project
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My hand fell over the handle
The pot’s lid trapping
the aroma of bouillabaisse before
attracting any more attention
Such a lyrical dish
has many a fish tale
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Cold breath of winter
An exhale of snow falling
Still and silent
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