December dawn
a blue ring dances
beneath the teapot
fresh snow
on a withered fig
the eyes of a deer
also
in this hurricane
ensō
a splash of Shiraz
the wail of
a wounded dear
puzzle peace
nothing about us
without us
Dupont Circle Metro
sunlight rings the bell
of a saxophone
brushing my nose
and her hair
morning breeze
at Woodley Park
the unbroken stillness
of an escalator
a taper of red
outside the grill
September sunset
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