震えるや
ツツジの上
柳の葉
Sifted through snowflakes
that cling to a whipping wind
A street light’s cold stare
A parking lot of
leafy red maples in still
puddles reflected
Now nearly empty,
curled up like a garden snail
a tube of toothpaste
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