Read this poem, then look at a stone, any stone and you will see it differently:
Read this poem, then look at a stone, any stone and you will see it differently:
breakfast-
a hen gathers her chicks
under her wings
cold snap -
a stray dog bares his teeth
at the wind
waxing gibbous
this catfish stays
in the deepest pool
quay dawn
twelve cats waiting
for the fishing boat
bare tree
in its core dreams
of apples
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