Friday

  • I left the hot closed stuffy tight room to stand in the garden. Rhododendrons and maples lapping the low mountain breath before the messmate begins. In the gully the lyrebird chortled again.
  • Mottled stippled lichen curling in anticipation.
  • Soft diddle of bare fleet feet across tiles after bedtime.

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