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Winter shadows
a sun spot leaping
from the garden shed.

Grandchildren
the sway of her breasts
preparing their beds.

Bird-bath splashes
I compose me a haiku
about the garden.

The impatient tot’s
foil wrapped
Easter egg.

Saw mill town
slowly growing Pines
in the pot-holes.

Ghost town
deeper each year
the earth pollinates.

Today’s outing …
at the duck pond
the old girl and her bread.

Still alive
on the bull ant nest
the scorpion’s sting.

Lime-stone caves
chilled by the drips
from an ancient river.

Beyond the camp-fire
stars pricking
the dark.