The smell of daffodils
a mile away
makes me drunk.
The crunch of gravel
to the faraway temple
comforts me.
The sight of a crane
on a stick-like leg
stops time for me.
The tail twist of a trout
trapped in a frozen stream
maddens me.
Hopping like a wren
in the eaves of verse
gives me wings.
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