cat on a fence

faintly

its voice

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through the eyeholes

a bleached white skull

admits the desert

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all is emptiness

the beauty of a beach

and three clouds

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painted on the wind

the sound of sandhill cranes

consumes me

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a breeze teases

dew on the marigolds

native bees

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deserted park

wind moving an empty swing

squeak squeak