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Back to my childhood

I wipe a bit of jam

from the tot’s lips.

Neighbour’s son

our strawberry side

of the fence.

Out and out

of the cave’s mouth

screams of the fruit bats.

The pelican’s descent

follows the outpourings

of the sea.

Still alive

on the bull ant nest

the scorpion’s sting.

Pink bedroom

letting her kitten catch

the wall’s torchlight.

Below our hearing

the guard dog’s chain

pulled tighter.

Today’s outing …

at the duck pond

the old girl and her bread.

Darkness and devils

my head bowed under

these shrieking bats.