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In late winter

The white-tailed hornet lives in a balloon

A speck that would have been beneath my sight

An ant on the tablecloth

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air

The shattered water made a misty din.

"You know Orion always comes up sideways.

He thought he kept the universe alone;

There's a patch of old snow in a corner

The witch that came (the withered hag)

The house had gone to bring again