comet gazingan owl wingspansthe Milky WayCarole Harrison
night scents . . .the dogcomes in from the yard
arc of the rugby ball spinning end to end late arvo sky
sewing new buttonsonto an old shirt—places we’ve been
evening strollonly the mooncomes with me
alone nowretreadingold paths
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