high moon
down our street
the Maples falling naked
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2679
glass house–
the tomato scent
a moment years ago
2678
high moon
Bogong moths migrating
suddenly … ten thousand
2677
high moon
a moth in the thrashings
a spider has stung
2676
high moon
bamboo leaves
slashing the wind
2675
high moon
my children
sniff the garden herbs
2674
high moon
icicles drip
the release of winter
2673
high moon
sparkled with dew
my little pots of bonsai
2672
cold back yard
our potted herbs
scent the rain
Poem 1332
Picnic with Laurel
touching her smooth skin she smiled
at my seemed folly.