SHARED SKIES

branches of trees bend
the road is one long tunnel;
home is at the end

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steam from my tea cup
swirling around and around;
small clouds going up

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a still lake i see
sits quiet beneath the earth;
buried cup of tea

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the shower i took
like the day's thunderstorm
out the window: look!

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the clock's second hand
traveling in slow motion
wheel in distant land