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Frangipani night
a butterfly finds the scent
to my candle

the heat of the night
feeling for each beach wave
just to lose it

the moth’s
whole silent purpose
eggs to the forest

rising from the sea
to see into it
the streaks of dawn

in winter fogs
the creep of tram lights
being born

autumn burning
the smoke of backyards
streets away