Far

There is a half moon

At halfway

Through the day

Or somewhere thereabouts

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Poolside

The first swim of the day

My first swim of this vacation

The rubber duck thermometer

Is already at 27 degrees - centigrade that is

Terracotta tiles line the blue sky

This being the only horizon

Unless I include the waving pine

Whose needles fall, effortless, to the water

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A

The short grey-silver hair

Suggests a settled state

This stasis is further amplified

By a simple story

Of a farmer, telling this particular vegetarian, who helps him marshall his runaway cattle, that truly they are all family pets

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Brush

One draught of breeze

In its own slight time

Takes me sideways

Mind-move meander

At the pace of lightning

I will catch up later

In the stillness of dusk

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Handful of Love

Submissively steal

Through the plumped up

Silken clouded sky

Laid on layer

Upon layer

Of happenstance dreams

Rose-hips

Cherubs &

Bounties of plentiful beams

Sumptuous

The unbound fruits

Found by free roving hands

The seductress of youth

Lets all doubts of desire

Or distance be damned

Say what you will

With the quill as your pen

Ten-to-eleven your odds do extend

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