A Robin Hopping On a Paved Road

Every piece of life
is like a chipped tooth

Brushing hair in the mirror
before a performance

Lighting a firework
in a parking lot

Doesn’t every rabbit
gazed at
eventually turn away

Painting red
the bark of a tree

Parking a car
above pine needles

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