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Lukewarm
sunshine reaching
the lily-pad’s roots.

Sea wall
just me dangling
for a fish to bite.

Sunday afternoon
the merriment of ants
with a butterfly’s wing.

Magpie’s beak
the defiant chirp
of a cricket.

Garden pond
did the tiger moth just give up
to drown in the moon.

Dances
drawn on the breeze
fireflies.

The mountain snows …
only the gliding eagle
to screech about it.

Midnight snack
in the light , in the quiet
of a lonely day.

Migrating south
between our boats , between our joys
more whales this year.

Platform heat
the winds of summer
and express trains.