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Balcony breakfast
we watch the park glow with dawn
beside her packed bags.

Stooped to stones
rubbing their dank soils
from a thousand years.

Morning chill
a dog barking a hole
into Sunday.

Job interview
returning home
in and out of shadows.

Sea cave
felt in one touch
like an dark eel moving.

Removalist
all our years packed
in this single trip.

Currawongs call
in the meadow dew
the birth and rise of mushrooms.

Thai remains
on the throw away plates
cheap motel.