smoke haze
the valley I return to
in my dreams
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cold rain
fence post and frogmouth
the
one
grey
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a brush-tail possum
scolds another brush-tail possum
. . . longest night
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bay sunset
I take my seat
among orange seagulls
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I knit a pouch
for an orphaned joey –
Mother’s Day
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the ashes scattered –
a shoal of fingerlings
flees from my shadow
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