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An iris has bloomed –

Enjoying the morning sun ~

Traffic rushes by.

Take the tram to town –
A pierced girl stands by the door ~
She’s reading Homer. 

‘Planes land and take off –
With millions of stories ~
Bringing people home. 

The morning commute –
Feeling illuminated ~
Total distraction.


Sunlit Potomac –
Autumn commute, stop reading ~
The water lit up.

Counting fallen leaves –
Always running out of time ~
So count them as one.

An Autumn morning –
Cooler and cooler it gets ~
Yet I feel warmer.


Fresh flowers, again –
I am making sure, once more ~
That the joy is shared.


Chase the man to work –
Though oblivious to him ~
The scurrying ant.  

An older couple –
Her arm around him, stroking ~
The last of his hair.

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