Bona M. Santos

Sunday morning

a hummingbird tells me

to be quiet

—Bona M. Santos

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gloaming

what may be 

my last autumn sea

—Bona M. Santos

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new moon

the cold glow

of a firefly lantern

—Bona M. Santos

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high noon

the watchful eye

of a crow

—Bona M. Santos

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placid morning

out of my tea cup rim

a flock of ducks

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breaking dawn

I let go of making sense

of your silence

—Bona M. Santos

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hazy outline

against the raging sky

charred trees

—Bona M. Santos