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Camp fire
brewing our coffees
of mountain snow.

Winter picnic
our shadows and our edges
lost in the grass.

After lunch
an octopus tugging, tugging
at the angler’s sleep.

Sunday’s alter
the candle for our sins
keeps blowing out.

Beauty parlour
the sound of the nail file
shaping her past.

Autumn starts
everything in the garden
that can rustle.

Autumn sunset
gaining height now
the last sight of wild geese.

Sea snake
the moon follows its slither
along the beach.

My loud sigh
the cat’s stare turns
from the yard bird.

Strange fruits
kittens frightened
up the pomegranate tree.