Small Talk

Light breeze rises
from the west
and mumbles brief mention
of you and me

to the mild sunlight
and brusque quarter moon
which shrinks
toward absence.

No cloud floats by,
just the wordless blue.

The weather speaks of us
among the bobbing heads of wheat
when there’s nothing much to say.

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