each snowflake,
its own ripple
the lake in November
its own ripple,
each snowflake
. . . ;;;;;
today's moon -- will anyone not be taking up his pen?
November --
countless raindrops to measure
the length of a day
a veil of frost
tints Johari's window
ranks of children
prone and obedient
to a flickering image
Lebensraum
a none too distant dream
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