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- After the day's news I turn off the television
- and sit on my balcony.
- The full moon makes not one sound.
- I look down over houses sheltered by trees.
- And beyond, streams of red and white
- hum against a distant siren.
- Somebody is in pain tonight, coyotes howl,
- something will die before morning.
- But crickets fill my head so far up
- on this canyon hill protected by the night.
- Like Wang Wei in his mystic bamboo grove,
- Moon and I face each other.
- 7/30/04
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