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A dirt road

hearing the trees, their wheeze

I start my walk again.

Stacked fire-wood

to defend her nest

the funnel-web’s fang.

Deserted

finding tomorrow

the midnight tram’s headlight.

Folding wings

the geese’s summer journey

has crossed the sea.

Her back-yard wedding…

how changed

has our daughter’s play become.

Spring thaw

a sparrow puffed in its bath

at the pond’s edge.