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white chrysanthemum

catching in one's eye
nary a speck of dust
flowers blooming
in the stones
autumn coolness
hand and hand paring away
eggplants -- cucumbers
don't imitate me
we are not two halves
of a muskmelon
ear of the pine tree
mushroom on a strange tree
with a leaf stuck to it
the village so old
there's not a single house
without a persimmon tree
autumn begins
sea and sprouting rice fields
one green
failing health
chewing dried seaweed
my teeth grate on sand