backyard Oak
I whittle on a copy
for our mantelpiece
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a crow’s ruffle
whooshing the quietness
behind me
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piebald cat
licking her black spots
in the shade
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our heads down
the whoosh of a crow
here and gone
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old girl next door
her plastic rake broken
among the leaves
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this leaning road
to a distant valley
in the breath of trees and home
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counting to myself
under our sun-creams–
the freckles at Laurel’s nose
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the pen-pal posted…
those deeper thoughts
I wanted to write
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chicken gizzards
thrown to the others
as a dark treat
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treading water
a Pike plucks bugs
from the tree shades