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Zhanna P. Rader, US and Vaughn Seward, CA
 

 

 

 

Renhai

 

Be My Guest

 

Through the garden,
he walks ever so slowly—
the size of a fist.    /zh.r

The sound of crunch-crunching:    /zh.r
a snail in the toothless mouth.    /vs

A butterfly lands
on the black-and-orange back—
half-dome house.    /vs

Notes, No. 160

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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