whitecaps—again today the seamirrors my mood
the last spoonful of marmalade you made bittersweet
lovers hold hands on the windswept beach I hug my dog
homing shearwaters—the evening sky grows darkwith wings
labyrinth . . .finding the centrewithin myself
drumming rain . . .the copper kettlebegins to sing Lyn Reeves
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