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Spider’s sting
a life worth taking
the tiger moth.

Such blinding heat
just the shrill of cicadas
out of the dry north winds.

Sunset garden
the buzz from honeysuckles
has fled the day.

Campfire coffee
the stars of the Universe
passes some time.

Midday heat
she brings us sliced iced mangoes
on a cold white plate.

Wine and cheese night
the joys of the riffs
from a jazz trio.

Before the tide
heron prints
along the bay’s black mud.

Midday sun
slowly ending
Sunday’s lay-in.

Being dragon eyed
the gulls frightened
by his kite.

Passing storm
at the dark edge
of the rainbow.