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Sunday lunch

dropping the family album

laugh lines slip out.

Passing storm

the rainbow pulled tight

between horizons.

R.E.M.

yet sleep softens each fall

of her breast.

Summer afternoon

just before iced teas

the cicadas start.

Summer afternoon

still pencilled on the stone

yesterday‘s haiku.

Young visitors

the cat‘s white tip tail

through the French doors.

Garden fog

on the raspberries

faintly red.

Race course

two dragonflies drawing round

to the long strait.

Park bench

waiting for the Emperor moth

to leave first.

Removalist

all our years packed

in this single trip.