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Picnic sun …

so bright Laurel‘s shadow

has eye lashes.

Nursing home

our fishing day out

yet father always leads.

All afternoon

the wind following

the scarecrow‘s shadow.

Peach orchard

on father‘s shoulders

she picks the first fruit.

Sunday in the park

the kite‘s dragon eyes

tilting at heaven.

Grey dawn …

if magpies dream

their calls late this morning.

Taking left-over meat

back to its Gum tree

her favourite magpie.