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Heatwave

The cat laps water,
refuses milk,
licks stretched fingers
with a tongue of shark silk.
He sprawls, an island
on the moonlit floor.

Dark leaf shadows
on the curtain swing
in a cool change of wind
that flutters newspapers from crates
and spins cans north
along rattling streets.

(first published in "The Mozzie" November 2004)


Visiting the old shed

The bear starts to lose
from the end of one thread
a button-eye.

Darned paws, no longer nimble,
show cracks where fabric frays
and stuffing has been poked about.

On the shelf he sits
among wood shavings,
patient in old age and neglect.

Beyond the cobwebbed window
winter shatters glass
across the pond.


Lynette Arden

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