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Apple blossoms
kicking out at the carpet
around me.

Every Wednesday
the priest brushing
the nun’s confession.

Garden helper
all the pain of the bruise
kissed away by mum.

First dew …
not far from home
picking field mushrooms.

Fallen figs
the cat the mouse sees
has crossed the lawn.

After martinis
the lost sunset
chilling us.

Midday heat
such fierce buzzing surrounds
the rainbow bee-eater.

The stillness
as days end
of moonlight in water.

Blackberries picked
our hands and smiles
the same purple.

Neighbour’s son
our ripe strawberries
fills his pockets.