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I heard a sound
thought dear
saw chipmunk
it happens
all the time
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is looking into the hillsides
of late winter
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thought I saw a raven
flying towards me,
saw nothing. I can no
longer tell the difference
between the real
and the imagined
or what holds the most meaning
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sometimes experience needs
no pedagogy
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nothing’s the same
one day to the next
even if it appears so
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the solitary pine cone
at the end of the branch
caught my eye
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I need the wind
and the hunt to mix
the past and future
what has been and
what may or may not be
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I saw the large oak leaf
that was making the sound
of the footsteps of a deer
fall. Now, what will I hear?
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the leaves fall
one by one.
I think bear,
deer -- neither one
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deer? I ask myself
thinking I hear footsteps.
it is the rain. a near seduction makes me smile,
lets me know
how willing
I am to
surrender
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I'm looking for the yellow maple
I saw by the shore of the lake
yesterday. I thought it might
have followed me home to greet
me in the morning
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I say your name silently
so no one will hear how often I say it
-Byron Hoot
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