our estate sold
Father’s portrait eyes
a tart look
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reading old letters…
all Mum’s apple pies
from this table
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the sweet face
and her daughter
leave the beach to winds
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sand pipers
don’t know to enjoy
these foot foaming waves
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kid’s beach
the tiny rock pools
for an hour’s play
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thunder then the silence
moving its light
about Laurel’s eyes
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falling Pine
its ancient right
to crush street lights
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oh! these home town blues
when red leaves
become brown litter
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grandma’s illness
her falling
unfit glasses
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the assassin
of fresh waters
an old Pike