Is Spring possible?
Even miracles relax
in the warming sun

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even though i see
dead bugs floating in my bowl
i still eat my soup

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my hand on your cheek
and our breathing is steady
feeling what we touch

sweet earth, gentle earth
sexy earth, aesthetic earth,
magic earth - mmmm, yes.

complicated earth.
we are nothing more than just
complicated earth.

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In every season
My life is shaped like haiku -
A poignant, short form