crisp leaves rattle in a gust,
but a chipmunk climbs in silence.
Sound & Silence [Haiku]
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ancient fortress:
tree grows through cracks;
the tree will win.

Lying back on the water,
Peering into a cloud,
I shift like driftwood --
rocking and rising,
rolling and dipping.
As I stare at the cloud,
It seems to stare back.
It drifts - suspiciously -
Or maybe I'm drifting
And it is still --
In truth, we're both drifting,
And neither of us has
The mental energy to be
Suspicious.