sitting on a warm rock

just after sunset…

trying to embrace loneliness

not enough for a sparrow

more than enough for the moon

…the near-empty birdbath

empty hands

should mean

an empty heart

…the hollow

of the crescent moon

cat sleeping

under a grand piano

…dreams of virtuosity

a crystal bowl

holds a ray of sun

until it blushes


calling the batters


the darkness is perfumed

with stars,

the trees and hills

radiate a slight breeze

that bows before the silence

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