dawn stars
the scent of bacon
from a roadhouse
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sunflowers
her smile warming me
on a cold street
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rent rise
a murmuration of starlings
in an autumn sky
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midday heat . . .
horizon to horizon
the iron ore train
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houseboat
letting the river flow
through me
Lorraine Haig
each day I sit
and talk to you—
scattered ashes
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