crescent moon
in the dark midnight
I gently twist
on my barren bed
to listen to cricket’s muse

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art of imagination
sets the fish to start flying
the tree hides

flowers and fruits underneath
as the man thinks from his belly

Bleached Butterfly, Inaugural Issue, June 2019 (Ed. Lori A Minor)
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