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Verandah
dusk follows
the old folk inside.

At midnight
shrieking bats shrieking
from the cave’s stone mouth.

Video taped
cornered inside our space
the comet’s tail.

Such is pity
the spider cannot release it
the Emperor moth.

Wind rattles the house
the moon glows in
on child to child.

Icing
the patio furniture
moonlit frost.

At the cave mouth
wildflowers
in the tongue of a breeze.

Hot apple pie
our dessert spoons
digging deep.

Dust eddies
under the bridge
raising the drought.

Short dress
the long whistles
follow.