Scene It
crane flows over the water
ripples with forks upriver,
a kiss of a daffodil mirage
the flower's fleeting visage.
in the gust of a hurricane,
a pumpkin ornamentation
batters a door of a stranger,
they answer, but no one is there.
it did happen.
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