showing the breaths
shown by the frost
a jog through the park
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3206
a rowing boat
caught in the reeds
a kookaburra– laughs
3205
the farm brook pushing
its sticks and stones–
first March showers
3204
lighthouse beam
the voices of the storm
through a yacht
3203
refilling the radiator
kangaroos hop past–
one stares… as if such a thing!
3202
clouds rush–
through a sky of orange
the sun set — sinks
3201
always to be great whites
lording in the seven seas–
the crabs watch them pass
3200
composing the sound
held in water
the frog’s leap. Re: Basho’
3199
the clouds are wild
a lightning cracks
our shadows on the sea
3198
slowly autumn–
the street Maples
clench their hands