Poem 5499

high moon
a defect notice
behind the windscreen’s ice

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Poem 5496

the high moon
___becoming
_____noon on the sundial

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Poem 5494

high moon
bats leaving the fig tree
to stir another

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Poem 5492

high moon
down our street
the Maples falling naked

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Poem 5488

high moon
Bogong moths migrating
suddenly … ten thousand

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Poem 5486

high moon
a moth in the thrashings
a spider has stung

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Poem 5484

high moon
bamboo leaves
slashing the wind

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Poem 5482

high moon
my children
sniff the garden herbs

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Poem 5480

high moon
icicles drip
the release of winter

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Poem 5478

high moon
sparkled with dew
my little pots of bonsai

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