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Becoming alive
the painted eyes
on his birthday kite.

Sudden red light
the wail of an ice-cream
hitting the car floor.

Express trains
the thinness of the weeds
in the platform cracks.

Flicking a bed sheet
the sunbeam glittered
with our dust.

Empty park
letting the storm
onto the swings.

Buried pet …
a new puppy stirs
in her cradled arms.

Flipping
through travel brochures
the bus-stop winds.