harbour breeze
the oranges of dawn
pour in the boat sails
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cave mouth–
an eagle cries in
the lift from mountains
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first summer storm
so affirming
I merely stroll home
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turning
the boat-house key
on a wet weekend
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on the wettest weekend
magpies full of songs
to wake ne
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harbour dawn
the boat sails
colour the wind
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fog horns
returns
shaping the harbour
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black-edged winter sky
no sound to the dog
slinking to shelter
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mum next serves
plates full of
apple pie on cream
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lazy midday
all the river is
rests on its shadows