morning traffic
I try to remember
the blackbird’s song

falling leaf . . .
just out of reach
 

Iliyana Stoyanova
Caroline Skanne

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while the street
shape-shifts
new graffiti

a group of tourists
sharing one map

Iliyana Stoyanova
Caroline Skanne

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spring gust—
just like that
the first blossom

the lake waters
almost pink

Caroline Skanne
Iliyana Stoyanova

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the first primrose
no longer visible—
cold snap

a cyclist jumps
the red light

Caroline Skanne
Iliyana Stoyanova