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ancient caves

the bats sweep out to

their sounds of the night

winds turning autumn

in the rushes of litter

my daughter and I

jogging

on the long way home

a carpet of leaves

timber cabin

only the far far snow

making me write

open window

my clarinet solo

our to Saturday night

a shower shared

she smiles at the parts

as I name them

sea breeze window

between me my R.E.M.

and the tides of sleep

changing the sheets

the bedroom sunlight

stirred with our skins

a dawn light jog

starting my stop watch

at the front door