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outside looking innever quite understandingalways a stranger
through the windowleaves sparkling yellow green redwind dancing
nowherewalking on a country roadthumb out
the little thingssteer me toward welcomingthe final thing
send me over itdrink its shine, shoot for it --do not promise it
too many maskshide the perfection of the peoplebehind them
the mountain's peakcannot understand the lifeof the river's bedand the reverse is trueyet they exist in perfect synchrony
blind to the worldwith an absent persona:hopeless dreamer
in my lifetimethe best musical era:the 1960s
165 yearsis only 1 yearfor Neptune
warning of the stormwind blusters through the green treesloudly ruffling leaves
calling out for mea bluejay couple screecheswarning of the storm
I like to write haiku --sometimes nothing hits methen out of nowhere...
bluejays cacklingwarning me from the trees:FAFO