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Her wreath placed …
contriving me a speech
to be remembered.

Up the gull-stained cliffs
no one climbs
just the bright orange dawn.

Face-painting
being mother
she tries it before her doll.

Lake side
beyond the streetlights
another moon.

Home alone
spreading in father’s shed
the spilled red paint.

Sequin dress
the entire dance floor
to herself.

Laundry door
the children’s height
faintly pencilled.

The bamboo rake
rests against
a naked oak.

Cormorants
before us
diving below the lake.

Barbed wire
guarding those few
that sleep.