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Clouds drift
following the paths too
that the geese migrate.

Upturned stone
still with the earth
my pencilled haiku.

Verandah
feeling the dawn chill
wherever my sleep turns.

Bower-bird mound
a doll’s eye
blinks brightest.

summer winds
the stains of bore-water
on the tomato leaves.

following the geese
the sun falls far
into the horizon.

the morning opens
a song finding a bird
in the empty woods.

the bridge rattles
a freight train lightly
across the river.

garden pond
Aquarius moving
onto Pisces.

beside our canoe
the swans leaving
the brush from their wings.