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I saw nobody today
But the slip of blue tip of salamander tail
slithered between porch floor slats

I saw nobody
But a misplaced butterfly perched on my knee
It landed on my foot and tickled

I heard nobody today
But the wind stirred the deep mountain song of porch chimes
and glass chimes called me home to the beach

I heard nobody
But a lone bird chirped as leaping fall leaves
spun like ballerinas to the ground

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