Small innocent beasts –
All set to kill already ~
Purring on my lap. 

Two kittens sleeping –
Smiling and kicking in dreams ~
Little raptor claws. 

Stroking kitten ears –
Collagen shell shaped beauty ~  
Ignores the TV.

Take the tram to town –
A pierced girl stands by the door ~
She’s reading Homer. 

Many years away –
Henshin Robo, randomly ~
Waiting there for me…

‘Planes land and take off –
With millions of stories ~
Bringing people home. 

Firefly laden trees –
Finishing a decent book ~
Beyond that, the stars. 

Grasses let grow long –
Hisses amongst wild flowers ~
Don’t do this again.


Paulownia blooms –
Littering the fresh cut lawn ~
Perhaps we’ll eat them.


Always the broken glass
The chipped glass, the imperfect one
This is the one I pick
I had grown tired of drinking whiskey from metal field cups
I treated myself to crystal, four solid glasses, simple in design but reminding me of our old houses.
Now one is chipped.
This is the one I use always
Can’t give it to guests
Can’t bear to throw it out
I let it live another day.

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