the roof ridge points

to changing skies

where vanishing

geese honk and fly

the scent of buds

faintly floating

in the echo

of their shrill cry

and blood red turns

to amber orange

and cars like waves

pass by pass by

on the highway

by the river

feel the flowing

to the great sea

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