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Another day
Another day with the sun in the sky, and the earth turning round it Light easing through the slatted blinds Neighbours’ voices floating in Cars slipping by Purple bendy straw in my glass, shifting in the fan’s air The world cannot be any other way My bedroom, sanctuary Of old, beloved things Seen from the… Read more
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For that next bright dawn
The geese, all week, have been flying. Home. Away from this sharp promise of snow cutting through crisply darkening skies south, to the crucible of summer. Their far-carrying call slicing through the high, cold air picks up our hearts by the scruff and deposits them, safe but shaken and absurdly hungry for that next bright… Read more
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After writing
I soap the dishes, shake the sheets, smile, talk, work, kiss. But my heart is pulsing and my breath is caught: I travelled to a distant land and spare bare thoughts for home. ________________________________ Read more
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No blanket
No blanket for me: big cat, oven-hot, pressed to my heart – all I need. _________________ Read more
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From the fishpond
I. Seasons (A poem in four linked haiku) We orange, we silver, we brazen dazzlers twisting around Summer’s knees: gold torpedoes flirt with air and blue sky, black bugs sucked from water’s lip into hungry throats. A daily feast of algae. We grow fat. But now comes Fall. Beware – and clupe with bulging eye… Read more
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Geese, again.
Geese, again. The skies are letting summer fly through rents in pewter clouds. _______________________ Read more
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