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each day possesses
its own, fashioned from creatures
crossing this country road:
sparrow, chipmunk, deer
barn cat, collie, cow
once, a black bear
(even chickens cross this road)
Today, a red fox
in no hurry at all
looked back at me
from the green field on the other side
for one moment
in these purpose full lives,
our eyes met
exchanging some thing
neither of us could
put into words

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