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winter morning web–
a spider’s face
hangs with the dew

magpies sing–
through the streaks of dawn
the first bus… comes

where magpies nest
the gurgle a mother gives
to their rest

showering
roses from Laurel’s soap
fills the mist

riverbed
listening–
where the drought runs

silent night
to the moon on the pond
a bat swooping to sip

garage door
the stray’s litter
slinks from our head lights