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fogged in
strange to lonely
the back yard drips

peach orchard
a breeze enters
and begins to scent there

night winds
our pet’s ten thousand years
of howling

midday just past
caravan neighbours
moving off

afternoon shadows
a peach tree
flavours the breeze

star by star
the sweet tot points out
the loves that made her

full moon
opening a pen pal
months late

holding the lightning
at light speed
the dark lake

drive to hospital
dark rain clouds
in labour

peaches on her tree
anticipated
grandma’s pie