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ISSUE:  Summer 2011

Wake with a kiss on your lips.
The sun steps down through trees.
You sit in the corner of my eye
all morning, working on something.
Birds arrive with conversation.
Children call to invisible dogs.
There’s coffee too and the news from elsewhere.
We lie down together
in the yellow afternoon and give in
to the sleep that follows.
Later, we take a bus into town.
As we step onto the pavement,
the dusk names each building.


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