Tufts of dry grass
Angry juncos hopping across the pavement
sparring over crumbs
Weeping cherry tendrils
dancing with their shadows
Clouds reflected in a pink dog bowl
decorated with bones
You are not in any of these things.
I'm not sure where you are.
Please come sit with me.
I'm throwing extra letters in the fire
to keep it from going out too soon
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