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In a Hammock in Greenpoint 

Swinging gently in the breeze
          between two trees 

I see Miss Tamalpias lain before me 

My ears seem to perceive
          critters rustling through the shadowy leaves and 

My eyes try to find their
          glowing eyes hiding behind the trees and
                    high grass 

But without thinking

I notice beside me
          a butterfly flutters noiselessly 

peace