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Door slam
his loudly bruising finger
that mum kisses.

The old couple
leaves raked
at autumn’s end.

Lush carrot heads
I find the horse nibbling
what its lips came after.

Telescope
wheeling against deep space
a perfect Mars.

Bus stop
sweating in winter
the cake-shop window.

Drought’s end …
clinging to the Gum leaves
it drips , drips , drips,.

Patio icicles …
the morning of sunshine
just fills a cup.

Descending
to the pull of tides
the bay’s pelicans.

Guests gone
still above the pool
the dragonfly’s hum.

After us
about ten cows sashaying
from the buttercup field.