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Labrador and I
waiting for the moon rise
to whiten the snow.

No answer …
on the glass table
the long chain on her house key.

To the gypsy geese
that return this year
our blue shining lakes.

Winter dusk
brightening
the traffic lights.

Latin music
drawn to the rhythm
on Laurel’s hips.

Skeletons …
stark in winter light
trees on the hill.

The rainbow gift
of a summer storm
arching trees.

Into dusk
the hitchhiker turns
his collars up.

Her one-eyed doll
avoiding its stare
the neighbour’s cat.

Mountain frost
dribbling from both our noses
the sniffles.