The water-birds too
are fast asleep upon the
Great Lakes of the North.
Looking carefully,
one finds shepherd’s purse on a
Vancouver sidewalk.
The sound of water
alerts a weasel to ducks
upon the old pond.
Ibe Ware Desu LC is a poet living on the West Coast
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