grandfather clock
the chimes
stirring my hair
Poem 5522
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Poem 5520
spider sting
in the thrashing of the moth
its life-force
Poem 5518
and how I squint
at the sunrise
a grasshopper leaps so close
Poem 5516
Sunday sermon
all the hens in white
obeying the rooster
Poem 5514
cirrus clouds
sweeping time
from the sundial
Poem 5512
high moon
a buttercup pushes out
from a ribcage
Poem 5510
high moon
on the massage parlour
a graffiti … dries
Poem 5508
high moon
buzzing on the beach
a phone none answers
Poem 5506
high moon
apple trees turning
the air to cider
Poem 5504
high moon
soaking an apple tree
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