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Filed under: Poetry & Musings — literarysalon at 8:47 pm on Tuesday, September 6, 2005

by Carol Snow

Near a shrine in Japan he’d swept the path
and then placed camellia blossoms there.

Or-we had no way of knowing- he’d swept the path
between fallen camellias.

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