Moonlight in the heat
Of the short summer evening
Fills the silent house
Slow motion, a car drives by
The "For Sale" sign in the yard
Freshly sprouting grass,
Green, with a touch of yellow,
And the Aries sun
By the banks of the river
Seven or eight Poplar trees
Slowly the leaves fall
Through the deepening coldness
A few birds remain
At the edge of the strip mall
That was once a small orchard
Two high school students
Sneak away from their classes
It is their first love
Though a light snow has fallen
They feel warm, safe, and secure
In the living room
Of their tiny pre-fab home
Immigrants gather
Celebrating a new life
As the Hawthorn tree blossoms
Swans are returning
To the small hidden valley
Far from the city
If you listen and are still
You can feel the cosmos turn
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