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roll call
a child spins the world
with her fingertip

water lapping
at the path’s end
murmur of moorhens

lights out
the cat’s purr
guides me

fireside visit
the hound’s tail
staying busy

all the tears
I’ve held back . . .
gannets on the sea

eroded dunes . . .
the boy draws a fish
in the sand

milky scent
of the calf’s breath
morning moon

jasmine . . .
we arrange our chairs
to face upwind

the quiet
after he leaves
a cat lapping milk

candlelight . . .
the duckling’s egg tooth
taps again