River rocks rolled,
for now in this garden
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Rabbit, still as stone.
in profile--one brown eye stares.
chewing jaws move, work.
this is an age of
people poking, touching screens--
heads bent--birds searching.
*
in white-washed light
we strangers wait--no smiling--
for ones arriving.
*
new citizens wait
for new immigrants--happy!
everyone else: glum.
*
among a crowd of
people I'll never know, I
wait for one I love.
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