1
Crush sage with fingers,
Press the oil into my palms.
Smells like turpentine.
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2
Brown hills dotted green,
Rise from lakes, waves cresting white,
Gulls struggle in flight.
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3
Autumn trees shed leaves,
Collected by wind in piles,
Winter home for mice.
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4
Lakeside cottonwood,
Do you see your reflection
In the still water?
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5
Following deer trail,
See patches of flattened grass,
Where animals slept.