A restless wind turns over leaves
and enters, searching through the house
when we unlatch the windows.
*
Cobblestones emerge from under
veils of water and moss to turn
their eyes toward the sun.
*
What star is crossing rapidly toward another
in the heavens now? So glad for them, I turn
my face toward the light of their passing.
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