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Peach orchard
picking the ravages of the hail
that taste as sweet.

Fair grounds
from police to the cola can
the lost child’s stare.

Crossing
on the new sheets
the barbed claws of her kitten.

We climb again
the waterfall sounds
becoming lost.

Two loud shrieks!!
the child’s torchlight
into the parrot’s cage.

Camp fire
brewing our coffees
of mountain snow.

Feet up
the slow turn of the lime slice
in her rose tea-cup.

Eggs on toast, coffee
a nearly forgotten dream
coming to mind.

Winter picnic
our shadows and our edges
lost in the grass.

Drawing the dank
from our holiday house
opened windows.