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drift-woods
bringing the island
to garden

fallen Gum
still the earth
to compost

her garden
still forget-me-nots
to walk through

first light
down to its horizon
in bird songs

rushing in
without a sound
spider legs

fire ash
still the past
to sift

shooting star
somewhere between
New Year and the morning

as I leave them…
Gum trees gathering
to sunset

child’s play
on our summer lawn
raising grasshoppers

sunrise rains
out of the dark earth
untouched mushrooms