late afternoongazanias turn westwardto a setting sun
favourite songswords journey unforgottenalong lifetimes
back to homelandno glimpse of tree, bud or soil from her hotel window
palette of blues . . .hues change with every wave and ebbing ripple
naming starsonly those grandpa taught me when I was five or sixBeverley George
black birds threadthrough a tree canopy . . .patching blue skyBeverley George
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