morning round—one by one I greetthe garden’s skinks
if we could beas happy as thatmagpie dawnHazel Hall
he wakes mewith a gentle touchof his pawTom Staudt
bedside tablea well-thumbed poetry bookwith new annotations
first lightin tangled sheetsthe shape you makeGavin Austin
the feel of the keyin the lockhomeMaurice Nevile
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