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Paint brush
watercolouring
the mountain.

Sunset burns…
the dive of herring gulls
to the sea.

What fantastics
my shadow has
with the camp’s fire.

sunrise windows
music on dust beams
floats from the room.

foggy streets
the warmth of our bones
to walk in.

circles of the web
unwinding another thread
from the rear of herself.

dawn stirs
the moon the frost crackles
in a puddle of ice.

dawn solitude
the bay’s lowest ebb
turning.

in winds to-be-rain
whittling a branch
on my back-yard steps.

in autumn falls
dismounting the seat
of my pedal bike.