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Moon in eastern sky
And mist melds mountains with trees
Lantern is sailing west
our
       lives are what they
hour
in a pause a rest a period
perhaps there is the rest
in a smile or a kind word
maybe there lies humanity

or a cat licking his
paws after a tin of tuna
or a dog with a bone
gnawing

or all the ants finding
where that bowl of
sugar is
or a cloud fluffy

when maybe
you chance to look
up
or around

or hear a muse
standing on the edge
of a whiff or
a mushroom

calling silently
or a toad jumping and the cats
play with him.
I hope they don't eat him.
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