Garden fog
on the raspberries
faintly red.
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Poem 268
Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.
Poem 449
The stone eyes
in his face
at friendly poker.
Poem 898
After the swim
also rubbing sunscreen
onto her doll.
Poem 1470
Young crow
some road kill
tasting like family.
Poem 2174
Strolling past sunflowers
at eight months
now she accepts their nods.
Poem 2541
Windjammer bones
yet the sea’s first cooled rock
still its deepest treasure.
Poem 54
Sunset sinks
a brumby splashes through the river
to the cool green hills.
Poem 3185
Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.
1299
she leaves the room
an after-image
her red silk kimono