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Elizabeth Howard, US

 

 

fledgling hawks
soar over mountain boulders
yet mama hawk worries not
her darling will never
drive a car on the freeway

 

 

abandoned dairy
a windmill pumps
phantom water
in the distance
cows lowing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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