Twist of lime squeezed
down into fizz like family
new pool’s edge language
light and sweet and
golden small with feathered
sense of sight the action
planted in the carapace
the leisure fall tones
dry with finished leaves
to show bare branches
drawn across the seeds
collated slim to meaning
warm sight first blond
where silver lives now
lack of paucity of haste
of sequins sprawled across
the empty
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Sheila E Murphy
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