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Under boxes and code, we huddle with words; the poet knows the need to burrow down beneath

Metronomic light - blinking patterns in the night: fireflies, in flight

Winsome melodies shimmer in the morning breeze; wind chimes, rustling

A flower, powered by the sun, begun in Spring, sings in the summer

If one could bottle the mottle of green beneath; a forever sea

for Algot

Soft rain, splatters

the quiet, matters

A map emerges from among the green leaf veins of the maple tree

A map emerges from among the red leaf veins of the maple tree

A map emerges from among the green leaf veins of the maple tree

Spring water, flowing from distant mountains above, wends its slow way home