Hour 10. (2019)

By the dock stood he

Watching the trajectory of a solitary moonbeam

Cutting through the fog

Like the sound of a chopped fir cutting through

The silence of the forest

Yet the fir has kissed the ground and hushed the forest once more

And the moonbeam now dances on the waves of the Pacific.

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