Something has gone haywire. I haven't felt like writing for several days now. Don't know what's wrong with me. So I'll try today.
In the blue night frost haze
gray-headed loons
let loose their shivery cry,
lay down their song
across the smooth black water.
Moon sailing over whispering trees
catches a curve of light
sweet and still as the Buddha's gaze.
Bob ;-)
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