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So ! she was at home
reading love poems that rhyme
out in the garden.

Winds tap
the hen house waits
in the fox’s shadow.

As sun sets,
the ones I missed
weeding the garden.

Carrying our canoe
deeper into the lake
yesterday’s rain.

Kitchen table
the moon falling off
to brown linoleum

Paint brush
water-colouring
the mountain.