scent from
the orchid’s hidden flower . . .
my garden’s gift
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grandchild’s birthday
the dress I gave her
outgrown
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out of hospital—
my first steps
into sunshine
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school bus
a flock of cockatoos
overhead
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first drops . . .
a cacophony
of birdsong
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cherry blossoms
in her wrinkled hand—
another Spring
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Echidna Tracks 