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No soul walks 

This summer path – except 

Whom I imagine.

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Last evening

Rain was allowed, but today

The clouds’ purse is shut.

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O’er a jagged path

The master-following dog

Pants but is happy.

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Somebody left it

Among camellias –

Rusted helmet.

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Pale all our lives,

The drowned princess –

Moon under a pool.

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