hooves on the cobblestone street
gets the dogs barking
Husky male voices
in the evening
street—I don'tknow what they're saying
It's nice just to
watch
these leaves, blown
and glowing greenin the late spring breeze
*
A dry pine cone
drops
with a cracking
sound againsta fallen brother
A rooster crowing
in the dark—we're
both awakebefore we should be
A red-eyed fly lands
on my pants and
stares at me,then sputters away
*
Mushroom hunting, we
hide in the trees
from the wind—flickering shadows
Afternoon squalling
of a cock across the
street—what's bothering him?
Ant and ladybug
busy themselves on
the leavesof a late spring peach
*
So many voices—
I emerge from sleep
at dawnand listen to birds
A bell shudders with
the clopping of
horses' hooves—creaking wooden cart
Bird sits twittering
on a wire while
winds bellowbehind him at dawn
*
Lying on a rug
in the cool shade of the house,
not wanting to move
Up the mountain road
a bent white-haired woman walks
at a right angle
.
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