Patterns

   Rabbits and moths, eagles and herons… What do the patterns mean?

Seeing arrows, plainly pointing… In a maple’s northward lean,

   The trickles from a brain leak… Go ‘drip’ into the night,

Where all the words of an empty page… Fill my wanting sight.

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