the hover mower
blowing earth from nearby beds
creating dust storms
on the hedgehog house
a thrush taps insistently
out pops a robin
in the back garden
half an empty bird's egg shell
in the front the rest
on the blue rose bush
all the blooms hide their faces -
from us and from the sun
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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