Brevity: A Poem

Roads branched into trails
connecting thatched cottages
and groves of peach trees.

A boat with two oars
away from the dock
where it used to moor.

A hawk with its wings
swept back
is diving
toward a rodent
that's been aimed at for a long while.

Clouds lifted by mists
fit into the spaces
like cotton sprung up by strings.

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