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| Yet | ||
| Dewdrops touched | The world of dew | |
| by the first shimmering fingers of light; | is the world of dew, | |
| leaves drink | And yet, and yet-- | |
| the gathering warmth | ||
| in their joyous deluge of green. | Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827) | |
| Breathe the crisp gleam | ||
| of deep wordless promises -- | ||
| a day not yet written. | ||
| © Jon Bohrn (2000) | ||
