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Banging winds—
my sleep
on the garden’s gate.

Breathless heat
the night hangs
in the scent of jasmine.

A winter wind starts it – –
willows lashing
the grey river.

boy’s jam jar
the just loosened lid
for his butterfly’s breath.

lake-side coffees
fetching some stars
to boil them.

blue summer skies
our swings over the river
tied to a tree.

strange fruits
dog-trapped kittens
in the pomegranate tree.

thrashing their turns
in our garden pond
the golden carp.

dusk begins
drawing Aquarius
out for the night.

losing a daughter
to fifteen
in her friends’ way.