Three contrail crosses in the sky
Are nature imitating culture
These red hibiscus flowers
Always remind me of cardinals at the farm
On the snowy branch of the future
Which always breaks out into three twigs
There's the long future of the past
The brief future of the present
And the endless future of the future
Rock scissors paper
The laughter of I'll see you later
But sooner or later never comes
Spring comes in its place
Still confident in life
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