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Thursday, December 21, 2023

Blue Note, Sonnet #619

















I took a photo seven times —

A thick grove of dark spindly trees

Backed by a bright December sun —

And a small turquoise dot shines

In each — the camera lens sees

Images where I think are none.

I continued my walk by a pond,

Looking for mink and waterfowl.

Hawks circled each other beyond,

Their screeches in the wind a howl.

From deep hoof prints I knew a deer

Had trod this path, now nowhere near.

I stared at the sun — a blinked tear

Painted the trees with a blue smear.


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