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grandma’s lunch
we pull up chairs
for the late ones too

dancing flames
the kettle whistles
in our rushed breakfast

neighbour’s rumour
of a wife left
school bells ringing

intercity bus
stops and exits
our neighbour

Mother’s gift
polishing her table top
to its Maple heart

lawn sprinklers
drawing the magpies
to a rough-and-tumble

his tool shed
father’s weekends
out of the house