PAUL MILLER ant ant ant ant ant four

gazing on

her sleeping back

sounds of rain

forked lightening

out over the ocean

her warm fingers

evening breeze

a white moth floating

in the dishwater

pear slice falling

to the kitchen floor

pale moonlight

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