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Slow Sunday morning

A wet world through windows

Peaceful pleasure.

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Listless lovers

Wondering why we were

Altogether alienated.

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Crossing a shallow riverbed

I found alarm at arms length.
In the crevice between rocks

A snake lied in wait:

Its nose above the glassy surface,

Its body slanted in the passing current.
I wasn’t close enough to see

The shapes of the pupils watching me

But I had plenty the mind

To look quick and find

A different path for us to take

And thus avoided Mrs. Snake.

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10 years and thousands of miles between

Twilight’s swooping sparrows.

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Freedom–finally!
My beauty rumbles to life
Purring through pipes.

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