church bells—
a light shimmer
crosses the pond
John Low
destination—
a polished stone
rests in my palm
John Low
family album—
sepia whispers
in old rooms
John Low
small arms reaching—
the rainbow brilliance
of bubbles
John Low
cold sky
loping ahead of the rain
black cockatoos
John Low
into the night
goes the last bus home
moon in the trees
John Low
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