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A cold, cloudless sky
The first sliver of the moon --
A few dry leaves fall
On the yard of the new house
Where the fences meet
Frost and ice remain
Even in the afternoon
The shadows are thick
Ruins from an endless war
Shelter a forbidden kiss
At the monument,
Moss upon the marble slabs
Obscures the writing
He gathers a bag of books
To take to the used bookstore
Wafting through the door
Apple blossoms in the wind
Scattered on the floor
In the local laundromat
She sorts her clothes by color
These kinds of routines,
Small chores done regularly,
Keep the world sane
"I don't mean to interrupt,
Would you mind coming outside?"
Beside the back door
A single red rose in bloom
Under the hot sun
A few clouds in the distance --
Perhaps there'll be rain tonight
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