winter migration—
the humpback’s eye
meets my gaze
Sandra Simpson
early summer—
a swimmer emerges
from morning
Sandra Simpson
driving all day . . .
a rope of cloud uncoils
the mountain
Sandra Simpson
twilight rain—
the chuckle and sigh
of a shingle beach
Sandra Simpson
the part of my DNA
that married at fifteen—
wild jasmine
Sandra Simpson
cutting rhubarb
for my neighbour’s neighbour—
wind-blown smoke
Sandra Simpson
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