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building a snowman
our neighbour’s clarinet
beneath the quiet

of smells re-called
grandpop’s raked and burning
piles of leaves

seaside jog
I follow the shapes
the dawn runs to

awake! drowning!
the pool of moonlight
through our bedroom pane

ancient caves
the bats sweep out to
their sounds of the night

winds turning autumn
in the rushes of litter
my daughter and I