Car full of pooches;
Felix is right at home there;
All go to the park.
Car is covered up--
It's going incogmito;
(If it is a car)
Father and son walk,
One with the weight of his years.
The other, patient.
Sunlight doesn't stop;
It passes through the red leaves,
Leaves its vibration.
Is that a shadow?
Or painting of haunted house?
What dimension here?
How red is the red?
This rose lives up to its name.
(Much more than color).
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